Brave Buddleia

4th July 2016

Time seems to be marching on at great speed and we are now in July. This last thirteen months has passed in a rather fuzzy blur. That's not to say the next thirteen will be any different . But will I have changed? Will things be the same or ...

But there is hope.

A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to acquire a buddleia plant through freecycle:

Brave Buddleia

We eventually find the house,

Hidden a little off the busy main road.

Eagerly, expectantly I walk up the path,

Through a wonderland full of colour and joy.

The door opens - here it is, she points...

My balmy balloon bursts,

Oh well, got to take it now,

Maybe the pot will make a home for a 

Better specimen, yes, that's it.

We drive home - silently.

We look at our new find,

Pot bound, dry, dreary,

Leaves brown edged.

A sorry sight.

But, let's at least give it a chance, we say.

We dig a large hole - plenty of room to grow,

If it wants.

We drench the earth.

Next I loosen the roots,

Tubers grown in on themselves,

So much pulling, pinching, prizing apart, 

Might I kill it off?

Now,  place in hollow with care. 

And water, 

And water, 

And water.

Give it a few weeks to settle 

Then look on in wonder 

Green, bright,

Even flowering,

Our brave, beautiful Buddleia.

Sometimes I feel a bit like my buddleia plant - constrained, dying for want of the right goodness.

But plant me in the best place, give me nourishment and encouragement and a lot of love and I will blossom with happiness- well, we all will...