Mr B simply doesn’t get it.
To be fair, we have gone on and on about our latest Great Idea To Occupy All the Spare
Time I Simply Don’t Have. We have, if truth be told, harped on about it on purpose, to see how much he could take. Answer: not a lot.
We - the Youngest of
the Darling Daughters and I - have been sourcing materials to make a Fairy Garden, inspired by my lovely sister-in-law, Val, who has posted a photograph of her beautiful creation on Facebook. It seems that Fairy Gardens are all the rage these days, judging
by the complete kits available in Hobbycraft and the various miniature pieces in the garden centre. Well, who’d have thought it? - not Mr B for starters.
My daughter reminds me of the gardens in a plate which she and her siblings used to make as youngsters - indeed, did not the Middle of the Darling Daughters once win First Prize in the Staplehurst Horticultural Society’s Summer Show for her efforts?
I was impressed at the time by the fact that my daughter’s garden wasn’t necessarily the most intricate of all the gardens entered in the competition - but it was clearly the one which had not had any parental involvement whatsoever. Thinking back,
however, made us both remember the necessary materials for a successful garden in a plate, namely a mirror to represent a pond, pebbles from the beach, moss for the required Green Effect. On our return from our shopping trip, we took a look along the path
at the side of the house where we found a fair amount of moss (though next door’s was even mossier so I may have to go on the scrounge…)
We then turned
out my Button Tin (every home should have one) all over the living room floor in search of appropriate adornments for my garden - among our “finds” were pearly buttons, butterfly brooches, pieces of crystal and a stray Ladybird button from one
of the dressing gowns which all four of my offspring sported when they were but littl’uns. Mr B looked on askance; “It’s for the Fairy Garden!” we told him. Mr B muttered something which can’t be repeated in Daily Blog but I’m
sure you can use your imagination, should you so wish.
We have had such a lovely couple of days, the Youngest of the Darling Daughters and I. Yesterday we paid
our annual visit to see the daffodils at Highdown Gardens. We were a little later than in past years and some of the daffodils were past their best but the gardens were still very, very beautiful. We were specifically searching for the heart of daffodils which
we discovered last year but we couldn’t remember where we had seen it. Enter stage left a gardener, walking by with his wheelbarrow - could he tell us where to find the daffodil heart, we asked him? We couldn’t have asked a better person;
he was the very one who planted the heart shaped bed, some fifteen years before he told us, proudly. Apparently he had also planted daffodils in the shape of a shield though this obviously wasn’t so memorable. Not that we told him that, of course, we
wouldn’t have wanted to Burst his Bubble.
Mr B and I have both enjoyed our daughter’s company so very much. We have eaten our way through some delicious
lunches and dinners, taken her on our weekly trip to town for Mr B’s pampering session and talked the hind legs off the proverbial donkey.
or so, as my Fairy Garden takes shape, I will send a photograph to my daughter so that she can check my progress and give advice, as necessary. It will provide yet another conversation topic for our regular ‘phone calls and, as she reassured her father
before she left, it may save him from being bored silly by my garden updates.
Hadn’t it been a great couple of days with the Youngest of our Darling
Daughters? I just asked Mr B who was firm in his agreement. “She is so very like you!” he commented, thoughtfully.
I took it as an enormous compliment…