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Our Dearest friend, Kath, for whom this blog is written and who died far too early, had, with her husband, a house in Meysaac, France. Following the rather lovely French tradition, explained below, she used to give me a little bunch of Lily of the Valley each year on May 1st or, if we weren’t together, she would send a card. In her memory, several years ago, I planted Lily of the Valley in the wall garden at the back. This is the first year they have produced more than a few blooms.
According to French tradition, give those you love a little bouquet of Lily-of-the-Valley (Muguet), to wish them happiness and good luck in celebration of the arrival of spring because on May 1st, 1561, King Charles IX of France received a lily of the valley (or Muguets in French) as a lucky charm, and thereafter decided to offer one each year to the ladies of the court. Dear Readers, please accept this little flower in the spirit of La Fête du Muguet.
Winnie the Pooh always gets it right!
As I was driving to buy some more special boxes suitable for posting my glass pieces, I heard a quotation from Samuel Beckett which touched me deeply. One of the loveliest things about having Grandchildren is that moment when you are walking along together and a little hand slips into yours. Even the ten year old still does this and I just love it!
“The child hand raised to reach the holding hand. Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held.” Samuel Beckett Worstward Ho
I called in for our favourite bread today and the lovely lady who looks after us has had her nails painted for Easter. They look just like little sparkly Easter eggs and I asked if I could take a photo which amused her greatly.
I had a message today asking me to re-stock my space in The Craft Collective as two more pieces have sold, much to my delight. It was very pleasing too to see one of my pieces in the window.
Thank you for all the good wishes for my recovery – still rough and again the lovely Mr S has taken these photos for me today.
From the car park at St Michael’s Hospital where we went to see the surgeon about my steroid injected ankles, we saw several small cowls and thought they must belong to some old farm buildings. Just for the record, the steroid injections have been amazing and I can ask for more in six months should I need them.
After the visit we went to the local Garden Centre and spent some more money buying some beautiful plants. I loved these words on the back of one of the staff. My Mum, once retired from teaching deaf children, used to put Gardener as her profession on official forms.
I visited a friend this afternoon for a Reflexology treatment and she showed me round her garden. I loved its quirkiness, especially her naked lady, known as Tallulah.