The first lines of Psalms 121: 1,2
‘I will lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.’
And so we cut the sedum back after all the indecision of the early autumn when it was leaning on the chives and covering the primrose plants. This plant featured in a post as one stem bought at Cambridge botanical gardens and then spent time in a bucket getting larger away from the slugs and snails. I have used the flowers in many posts as it became an established plant. However, with autumn 2024, it fell over other plants due to poor drainage. Here it is.
A clump of healthy new green.
With last year’s golden stems poking out.
What about the plants it leaned on. The chives and primroses.
Primroses, the yellow ones planted on top of the tulip bulbs they are up for the third time in the metal cupboard. I wonder how the double tulips have survived winter outside and my not bringing them in.
The tulips seem to be coming up reasonably well. Funny thing this when I was worried about the Cardoons I planted a small plant in a tub and very me like hadn’t remembered there were tulip bulbs in it. Now I have them together. The original cardoon is doing well. The other two will not be up this year. One plant’s roots rotted, and the other just didn’t get enough sun.
So, from the Sedum to the chives and primroses, we looked at the tulips and the cardoons.
We have a little sun between the showers now in the last week of February 2025.
Take care,
Sandy 🙂
The rest of the post is a little sad, so I have placed it under a
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And so the pupils from her school sang :
He’s the children’s Saviour. (Press on this if you want to have a little of what I experienced today.)
… and her coffin was carried out into sunshine covered in the brightest of yellow flowers with a colleague singing ‘ Dancing Queen’.
A brave mother, wife, daughter, teacher, who had lived a vibrant life. She was diagnosed with lung cancer at 20 years old and in remission for 30 years with other health issues, including a stroke in between.
Psalms 121, her favourite, was read by her mother, a retired teacher, and a speech teacher. Her husband and children spoke of a mother who was upbeat in personality and attitude.
Today, we mourn, but we will meet on that day, morning, or evening when Jesus comes.
We remember Victoria/ Vicky, her smile and gracious attitude.
We plant and grow and watch and look, but we can do nothing more than assist the rest is…
