Hebe - Cupbearer to the Gods

This hebe is beginning to get past its best, so I thought I’d better slip in a blip before it’s too late. It doesn’t seem to have benefitted from its namesake’s secret of eternal youth!

The whole of my beloved garden is looking very sorry for itself at the moment. I consider myself a keen gardener, but our garden is too big for me to look after on my own, especially as we have a sloping lawn which is tricky to mow. (My husband, unfortunately, takes after his non-gardening mother, not his very keen gardener of a father!) We are very fortunate, though, to have a wonderful gardener called Steve who has been tending our garden once a week for many years and keeps it looking lovely. However, he’s had to miss two out of the last three Fridays (one for the Jubilee and one because his wife has just had their fourth baby!). During this time, I have been very busy with various jobs for family and friends, so I haven’t been able to get out there for a while to dead head my roses, which are now covered with dead blooms and look very sad.

I very much hope to be able to rectify things tomorrow and do lots of dead heading and weeding, now that I’ve finished typesetting the order of service for my friend’s service of thanksgiving. I’ve delivered the final proof to her husband and tomorrow will take the hard copy up to church so that the church office staff can produce a large quantity of copies, all neatly collated, folded and stitched on their state-of-the-art photocopier/printer. 

Son #3 has been doing more improvements on our home wifi network so, apart from the odd moment when we’re offline while he’s doing more jiggery pokery, we’re steaming along faster than we’ve ever done before.