Yesterday I met up with the wonderful Malvern Maid and her lovely Malvern Man to explore Marwood Hill Gardens. We had a great time. The Big Three of plants, cake and shopping were achieved. It was a splendid day. There was a surfeit of gossiping and tangents and gasping. It was very good.
And it got me to thinking about friends. This is only the fourth time I have met MM and I know very little about her history, the details of her life are a little vague, and she would say the same about me. But that doesn’t matter. We clicked the first time we met and this hasn’t diminished, we hit the ground running. It is an easy relationship, no need to impress, undemanding, not forced and above all honest. The essence of friendship. Some of my friends are a little hard to handle, some are quiet and contemplative. Some I see often, some rarely. Some are gardeners, some not. They all have a special place in my heart. These friends support me when necessary and I try to do the same in return. So these delicate scilla are a gift* for my friends, old, new, virtual and real. I am lucky gal.
* When I say these are a gift, it doesn’t mean you can go to Marwood and take these flowers, just look at the pretty picture and be happy.