These are pictures from the second, most recently created, part of the garden. I call it the ‘Hornbeam Gardens’, because I planted hornbeam hedges in 2015 to make two garden ‘rooms’. The top is a cut flower garden, the bottom is a spring shrub garden and ‘meadow’ later on. The pictures are from the ‘meadow’ area. Formerly, it was just a poor field, with rather weak grass, because it is dry in summer.
But I had something else to say today, as well as to show you these pictures.
I am both astonished and heartened to listen to the news and understand how health workers are being valued now.
The ‘heartened’ is obvious. But I wonder about the world that others have been living in, that they do not understand that real angels walk our earth?
You only have to have a loved one die in an NHS hospital to know how special these people are.
My mother passed away at Perth Royal Infirmary in 2017. She died in the stroke ward, having been ‘promoted’ from orthapaedics.
From the moment she arrived in that stroke ward, she was surrounded by angels – the cleaners were part of this ‘heavenly choir’, for goodness sake!
I can still see their faces today and remember vividly what they did, when they did it, and how it made me (and my mother) feel.
When I came home to France for my sixtieth birthday for one week, one of those nurses was on the phone to me every day, telling me about my mother’s bed bath, that she was asking for me, how she was feeling.
How is it ‘news’ that these people are caring for our loved ones now?
And why don’t we pay them properly for their love and dedication?
Why has Britain elected a prime minister who stood up and clapped (in 2016, I believe) when they voted through yet another cap on health workers’ pay?
I know of many men who pay absolutely no national insurance contributions – and earn a huge amount of money. The British tax system has loopholes that allow these dodges. But why do these people not realise that they should be paying (a lot of money) for a service that will be there for them when they are sick and vulnerable?
They don’t understand that it’s up to all of us to contribute to the system. And that costs. If we don’t ever need the support, we are simply lucky.
But, fortunately, that doesn’t stop the angels from doing their work.
Garden Dreaming at Châtillon 
What an honest post! Indeed angels are at work, risking their lives so that we live well
Yes, indeed. I feel badly about it when I watch the news every night at the moment!
What a poignant post, Cathy
Thanks. I think we’ve all bee feeling things so deeply, haven’t we?
I agree with you completely on the NHS and health care workers. We have no NHS here, unfortunately. But we do have scraps of social insurance that give most ordinary Americans access to health care. Unfortunately, our current president is dedicated to destroying those scaps so that people are left entirely on their own. I pray that he is gone after the next election. Our failure to value health care workers properly, at least those with less than an MD after their names, is much worse on this side of the Atlantic, I believe. Anyway, I very much like how the steps and terraces are shaping up. Lovely pictures of the Camassia!
Thanks so much – yes, we watch your news with bated breath and worry about the state of your health service too. My very elderly father lives in Massachusetts, and tells me he’s lucky around there. But it differs so much from state to state. I do hope you all swop him for an adult at the next election!