Forgetting all outside news, I shall concentrate today on flowers. A walk down the roses by the wall shows each bush brimming over with buds, a sheer show of delight to come, even the foxgloves are producing buds. On the other side of the garden the colour blue has arrived. knapweed, veronica and Jacob's ladder not forgetting irises.
Jacob's Ladder has always intrigued me, you can see its leaf, bottom left of the photo, structured like a ladder. It was first discovered in this country at Malham Cove in the West Riding in 1666 under a great wall of limestone. A gentle non-assuming flower but a native. Of course it takes its name from the biblical story that Jacob 'slept with a stone for a pillow' and dreamt that he saw a ladder reaching to heaven with angels ascending and descending on it. The plant reminds me of the front of Bath Abbey which has this story depicted in stone, the angels climbing to heaven.
Paul continues to slowly improve, soon it will be a rigmarole of doctors and outpatients but for now home is a safe refuge. Jev (his old car) is attached like a patient to a battery charger in the garage, and I am grateful that I bought a car a couple of years ago, my 'hairdressers car' as my daughter calls it. Not sure why, its red and small and is a Kia from the local showrooms in Kirkbymoorside. I would have preferred a blue one but it was the only secondhand car with low mileage and it has done me proud. Though sadly I scrapped its shiny paintwork at the doctors the other day trying to back out of a narrow space.