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Dad’s bluebell patch
It is under the Sweet Chestnut trees, on the western edge of my garden. Also visible is a molehill; the pests in my life:
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Been in my back garden this afternoon, just a few hours to clear space for more onions and garlic. It shames me to confess that I dug up a lot of bluebells. I had to wipe something out of my eye as I recalled my mother looking forward to me walking her in the woods in bluebell season.
Been in my back garden this afternoon, just a few hours to clear space for more onions and garlic. It shames me to confess that I dug up a lot of bluebells. I had to wipe something out of my eye as I recalled my mother looking forward to me walking her in the woods in bluebell season.
It would have been her 105th birthday yesterday.
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JH: Yes.
Oh DAD ! How did I miss your bluebells? Lovely!
Mountains are easier to handle than molehills and the critters that dwell therein!
Andy, I recall your having spoken of the times you and your mother rolled and tramped among the bluebells.
Tissue? 😿
Sweet memories.