I was wandering around the garden in the first week of August, something I rarely find time for any more, which saddens me, as I love my garden and I love being outdoors.
As I rounded the corner, past the spring bulb bed, trying to ignore the weeds, my attention was immediately drawn to a dark space where there was a carpet of flowering violets, and a few snowflakes in bloom as well. Memories of my late mum, our family home, and my childhood came flooding back, and the snowflakes brought memories of my Gran. Let me share a little of my memories with you.
