“MR A”.
I am a little sad today because a much-loved gerbera of mine has just up and died.
The gerbera was given to me as a twenty first birthday present – almost fifty-five years ago. It was from a family friend who was a champion gerbera grower.
This particular gerbera was one of his newest lines and as I was living home with Mum and Dad at the time, I thought the best place for it was in Mum’s front rose garden. It happily flourished there for many years. When the family home was sold about ten years ago MY J and I transplanted it up here with us, together with its surrounding roses.
It did really well, as did the roses; it bloomed happily, made new growth each year, responded well to my pruning and fertilising regime until about a month ago when it started to look very sick and frail.
I consulted with some gardening experts but nothing they suggested turned it around and sadly MR A as we affectionately knew the plant as, is no more.
It was only a plant I know but as its sentimental value was sort of immeasurable, I feel its loss in more ways than one.
Until next time – enjoy your day.
Across the paddock this morning I spied my first rainbow of the season.