Rescued

I spotted a tray of bright, cheery plants in Tesco's when I dashed in and out the other day. In amongst them were a few that were looking very sorry for themselves, including this one. 

Nearly all the flowers on the primula were dead, the leaves were limp and miserable. The little daffodil bulbs were sitting half out of the soil, which was dry as dust!

The poorly ones were reduced to £1.50 so I bought this one, sat it in a bowl of water for a while, snipped off the dead and dying flower heads and now, two days later, it looks like this! 

On a less happy note we had the funeral for friend and neighbour, Bob. He'd been ill for a long time on and off, but at the end of last year lost his wife of over 60 years and hadn't been well since then. 

No chance of a requiem mass or any church service, but the priest gave a short blessing at the grave side with about just a few folk. Mike and some of the others had been a pall bearer for Bob's daughter, wife and now for Bob himself. It was a sad day but strange how the words and and prayers of the short Catholic service brought such a feeling of comfort to me. It's a long time since I was a practicing Catholic, but there's a lot of it still in there.