Tidings of comfort and joy

This morning I woke at 630

Half an hour earlier than normal 

I got up.   I showered, dressed and came downstairs 

I went into the garden.

 Found the brown wheely bin and dragged it to the garden. 

There I tipped it up and with my rake went through the soil and weeds which have been cast aside 

I FOUND MY FUSCHIA!!!!

I repotted them.   

One has a broken root: it might not get better but the other was instantly happy 

I couldn't bear he thought of them being in the dark musty bin wondering where the light had gone and why they couldn't photosynthesise any more 

Everything deserve to achieve it's full potential.  

My little seedlings, I am hoping they will reach light in another place (maybe in the middle of his bloody squashes) 

I have not forgiven him but I can speak to him without sobbing now 

I am very protective of my plants