07/06/2016, I've been things and seen places,

said the wonderful Mae West. I've been places and done things,say I. Four or so weeks ago I planted three bulbs in a hanging basket,I never make a note of what I plant, I like to be surprised and wait in anticipation for what comes out of the pot,so to speak, akin to my cooking! At the same time I also planted seeds in two identical hanging baskets. Everything needed for the job came in the lovely pale violet oblong tins. Again I do not remember what will be blooming,all I know is, that it will be of a violet colour. The seeds have now come to life and are growing with the speed of lightning. No sign of life in the basket with the bulbs though. So in my infinite wisdom yesterday I decided to see why are, what appeared to be three very healthy bulbs from my trusted Marks and Spencer,stagnating. The gardeners among you may have guessed already. I planted them the wrong way up! There was life in the basket,I just didn't see it buried in compost. Two bulbs have recovered quite nicely,the third has not. So I phoned my sister,with a garden envied by all,to ask if there was anything I could do and she replied - pray. I have talked to the basket [well, if it is good enough for Prince Charles,it is good enough for me], feeling a bit of a Charlie. Time will tell if it did the trick. My sister laughingly told me about my god-son,her grandson,Adam,who had planted onions exactly like I did. He wanted to surprise her and proudly showed her his finished work. She didn't have the heart to tell him it was done the wrong way. When he and his brother went home,she replanted the lot. That is what I call a grandma. And that is what I call a grandson. Hard- working,helpful,and just seven last March.