It’s only another day I keep telling myself but the impact of the anniversary of her death always hits me harder than I expect. On a wet Sunday morning I went to the hospice garden at Louth and sat thinking about our lives together.
I found myself in floods of tears driving home probably because I was listening to music that had significance in our lives.
Determined not to waste the day in misery and self pity I did some more digging in the vegetable plot. It’s virtually ready to start sowing seeds and planting seed potatoes in March. This is a really good activity and very satisfying
I also picked the last of the Kale and Cavolo Nero which will probably give me enough green vegetables for the rest of the week. I was thinking I wouldn’t bother with greens this year but the Cavolo Nero and Kale have cropped well and don’t take a lot of looking after so I shall sow more this year.
I finished off the afternoon by repotting the Camellia at the front door. It has flowered wonderfully over the last few years but it had become pot bound. I had a problem moving the new pot into the location because it was very heavy, even when empty, but I got there in the end and all looks well.
