Back in the 1920s, an older woman lived in a village near
Bath. She had been widowed many years and still lived in a marvellous grey house,
which had beautiful gardens. Despite being told by friends and family that she
needed help in the garden, she refused to employ any gardener. Word got around
the village that any jobbing gardener who approached her about working in her
garden, she told them in no uncertain terms that she didn’t not need any help
and sent them away with a flea in their ear.
She did all the digging, planting, pruning, and nurturing
that the garden needed, all whilst wearing her favourite purple dress. Her
garden looked splendid and she often had compliments paid on just how good her
garden looked.
Sadly, the woman was to pass away, and someone purchased
her lovely grey house with the beautiful gardens. The new owner came across
some of the woman’s belongings, one of which, was her purple dress that she
tended to the garden in. The purple dress was disposed of by the new owner.