Art is taking a bit to process right now – in a gentle spacious way that isn’t ready to be said out loud. So, instead, I thought I would share with you a lovely moment.
Near us there is a lane that houses back on to, some have little gardens. I was walking down the lane when I spotted an old Nonna tending to her small and thriving patch. She was small, white haired and wearing a stiff pink bed coat and slippers.
Now, I have this rule – if a gardener is in a garden that I admire, and it’s appropriate, I will endeavour to compliment them and the garden as I pass.
Which is why I made my way over to the woman and complimented her deep red camellias – honestly the best I had ever seen.
She was chuffed, all gardeners are of course and this lead quickly to talk of the garden. She was lovely and went into great detail about how she got her camelias to flourish, (heaps of manure and compost folks). After five minutes or so I had to get on my way, but I couldn’t resist at the last minute turning to her and saying, “by the way, I hope this is not rude, but I do dearly believe the best way to garden is in a dressing gown’
She looked at me for a minute and then burst into laughter so hard that she folded over cackling and I had to help her back up.
That was fun
She was fun
And her camilias are still fabulous
Amelia Draws 
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