After Anabelle

I'm not green fingered, in fact I am well known for killing flowers and plants. We are so useless that my Dad has been called down many a time to tend to my 'garden'. I say 'garden' because I can hardly call it that! We don't have a garden really, just a tiny patch of decorative stone area outside our front door.. But that is where Anabelle's rose lives. Her rose from her antenatal group ladies is one plant I'm determined to keep alive; hence my Dad's involvement with the pruning and seasonal care! 

As we head towards the summer I'm ready to brighten up the outside of my house again. Last year we decorated it for Anabelle's birthday and I'm sure this year we will do the same. 

A few weeks ago on Mother's Day we decorated Anabelle's garden. I don't like saying grave; grave is far to a morbid place for a baby, and so her resting place is her garden.  It is the best it has ever looked; colourful windmills, beautiful butterflies, her heart, an elephant decoration, a blessing from God and many beautiful flowers. Perfect.