Things My Grandmother Taught Me
Lavender sprouted from my Grandmother’s fingertips and lilac nodded around her backdoor.
‘Let us pray,’ she’d say as she knelt, trowel in hand. ‘Amen, and one for the squirrel,’ was my cue to heave her up. Once we tumbled right over, her stick-thin frame cushioned by my stocky little body.
Today I’ve brought all her favourites – purple crocuses, alliums, tulips. I stick the fork into the rich soil and she raps on the window.
‘Who the heck are you?’ she hollers across the lawn.
The best thing about spring bulbs – you can plant them in hope or despair; they’ll bloom anyway.
M J Lewis 2016
Purple is one of my favourite garden colours, so my brain took me straight out into the garden. But hoping somebody writes, or has written, a story about the creation of Henry Perkin’s purple dye, Mauveine. If nobody’s done so, might have to do it myself. It did create a sensation at the time, not unlike a version of tulip fever.