This weekend I went to the Rococco Gardens in Painswick. It was absolutely lovely. I didn't have my camera as the weather was a bit bad but I did have a moving experience with a gentle man who stopped me for a chat. He pointed out that the bench I had been resting on, down in the valley of the garden, was there in memory of his mother. It then transpired that there were further benches dedicated to other members of his family. There was one for his wife, one for his mother, one for his father and one for both his brother and little sister. He said to me with a small smile but with a quiver in his voice, that he was the last one. His wife died in 2005 and every Sunday afternoon he came to her bench to chat with her. To let her know the children and grandchildren were well, that the garden was looking good and that he loves her.
It brought a whole new light to the gardens and to the memorial benches that often decorate our beauty spots in Britain. It's easy to forget that they were put there by grieving families to commemorate a life that loved and breathed-in the views, just as we do now.
Oh, that gentle man made my day and I wish him all the joy in the world.
Here is a shopping basket wot I have made and that...
Below is one of me flower arranging willow vases. It's hard to know how to price it. I've had a few offers, wildly different! Actually I'm finding it a bit tricky to price up my baskets. I don't feel comfortable charging for things! I can be so bloody useless!