At the end of our garden there is a flower bed, one of the few we have. It is made from some old railway sleepers that raise it above the lawn. When we moved here, we were unsure about what to use it for. We considered everything from herbs to tomatoes, but despite weeding it, and turning the soil, it remained bare for some time.
Then we thought about Julia.
Julia was a lovely lady, and the mutual friend that introduced me to Julie all those years ago. She worked as a nursing sister and raised her son, never asking for much from life. Happy with the company of her good friends and family, loving her cat, and enjoying sunbathing in her neat and well-kept garden. Despite suffering from a terminal illness, she was able to give Julie away at our wedding, and the next year we enjoyed her company for a few days, at a holiday house in the Cotswolds. On the evening that she passed away, Julie was at her bedside, holding her hand. Her funeral was held on a freezing cold winter’s day, with deep snow carpeting Hertfordshire.
Once we had a garden, we soon discovered that we had little idea about plants and flowers, and hadn’t though too much what to do with our newly-acquired space. But something to remember Julia was high on that list. The bulbs were purchased and planted, and we waited. Sure enough, they came up, and have returned every year since. We always think of her, and could never forget her. But the annual arrival of ‘Julia’s Tuilps’ provides us with a colourful reminder of the friend we lost.
During a sunny period this morning, I took some photos of the flowers. They are large files, and can be clicked on for detail.
For Julia Ward. Always in our hearts.