I had some other stuff planned for today, but this just couldn't wait.
As some of my older readers are aware, I lost my Nan around a month ago.
It hit me incredibly hard as I'm close to all of my grandparents and I miss her every single day.
My Nan was never really into plants or gardening, but she absolutely adored the flower violets.
Not just any violets mind, sweet voilets, the rarest and most fragile of voilets, near impossible to find in my hometown. My Dad tried to find one for my Nan's birthday a few years ago and was unsuccessful.
On the other side of this story, I was given a plant at the beginning of University, almost two years ago.
Tigger ate the plant that was originally in the pot, (i cried by this, saddo) and this new beanstalk plant as I call it, grew in its place (My plant is called Ursulla by the way).
I woke up to water Ursulla this morning, whilst on the phone to my Dad, I noticed a small unusual flower in the pot. It was very pretty and I presumed it was just a little weed. I sent my Dad a picture anyway to show him my mysterious plant growing skills.
Only for him to tell me this beautiful little flower is a Violet, not just any Violet. A Sweet Violet.
I've never, ever seen a Violet in real life before, I haven't been near an garden centers and the plant is inside away from fresh pollen. Yet out of millions of flowers, this ONE managed to find its way to my little plant pot.
I never got to say goodbye to my Nan, I hadn't seen her for a while because I live so far away. I always felt so guilty and upset by this. But now I know its okay.
I'm actually crying from the beauty of it all, and I thought i'd share it with you guys.