It’s my Mum’s birthday today and, of course, she has been in my mind especially today. I was thinking about what I had learned from her – about gardening, cooking, being forgiving, being kind and above all, finding the good in everyone and the beauty in everything. Mum always had a herb garden close to the kitchen as we do too.
Mum also collected old chimneys to plant up and I have inherited them. You can see just a few in the next photo.
Mum’s father was Welsh, she was half Welsh and I am one quarter Welsh. My book today is Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas. When I was very young we used to listen to this fabulous confection of words and magical imagination on two vinyl records and I heard it often. Later I was bought the tapes and later still, I chose to teach it as part of the GCSE English literature course. I know it almost by heart.