06/09/2026
Sundays...
Were the hardest day of the week when I lost my Grandad.
I used to visit him and we would sit and chat, drink tea and sing to his favourites, him asking, 'how did you get my cd in your phone?'.
I decided this weekend, to dig out the old pots, that were once stacked in a corner below his bedroom window outside, gathering spider's webs and bird's nests.
Cyclamen, violas, muscari and chinodoxa in today.
And the heart shape crock dropped into the pot.
Well. You're about then...