I really don't want to make light of this.
This is a hard post to write and it feels almost wrong to be sharing it because I don't want to disrespect the importance of the person who I am writing about. But, in saying that, this is a group of people who I know will understand.
Quite a few years ago I was blogging on the Yates site when we had a small section with our own small vegetable garden that was next to another small section owned by a lady who was originally from Thailand.
Peggy had some health issues and I offered to develop a vegetable garden in her section in which I could expand our own crops along with some vegetables which she would enjoy.
Peggy asked for veitnamese mint, aubergine, corn, garlic, onions, spring onion, potatoes, lemon grass and a couple more - all of which I grew for her and we all benefitted from the crops. As Peggy's illness progressed I also tended her front flower garden whch she had always been proud of.
I learned from Peggy how to make a couple of stunning curries and we got so much pleasure from her stories of her childhood in Asia.
This is where the story of my bee sting coincides with the story of Peggy.
We moved from our old house 5 years ago. I kept in touch with Peggy for a few years and visited her in a nursing home several times.. she had Parkinson's Disease. However, as you do, life takes over, you get busy.
We called in to the jewellers to get my chopped ring repaired on Saturday and Peggy's son was behind the counter. I asked after her...
Peggy died of Covid in July last year.
This is Peggy's Garden xx
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