None of the gardens belonging to places I have lived have boasted a yucca. A neighbour in the next street had one in her front garden, when I was a child. Being determined to have a photo of a yucca for my Y post, I was being vigilant as I travelled around, waiting for the flowering season of this unusual plant.
There is one in a garden on the edge of the next town, but no opportunity to snap it.
The plants here in Northern England mostly flower later than farther south as was the case with my L post.
I was about to go to Kent and was hopeful that my quest for a photo would be successful there.
On arrival in Kent Mum and I went to look around the grounds and I found a yucca. It was in flower, but past its best. I took a photo while the weather was fine and before all the flowers fell off.
Later that week we visited some gardens nearby and there were some wonderful examples of yuccas.
On my return I told a few people about my quest and the outcome. Some were unaware that these plants flower. Others had difficulty with my accent. I prefer the northern U sound to ŭ. (My yucca rhymes with a southerner’s “book a”, whereas a southern accent sounds like “buck a”.)
How do you pronounce Yucca?
There are very short posts on Sue’s Trifles for the A to Z in April Challenge.
In Royal Tunbridge Wells we explored the Pantiles, the church of King Charles the Martyr (where Queen Victoria used to worship) and walked up the High Street. The lady in the Tourist Information Office in the Corn Exchange could not have been more helpful. After lunch in a Thai restaurant we travelled back to Burrswood in a taxi. The driver was very enthusiastic about the grounds of the hospital in spring. He told us about the snowdrops followed by the bluebells.
Burrswood Hospital is much more than a hospital. Its beautiful grounds are open to the public as is the tea room. It is a very peaceful place. There is a prayer walk, which helps people to connect with God as they enjoy the beauty of nature and read the words of ten hymns.
Last year I described the wonderful flower festival, which took place there. This time there was a painting day, while we were there. Even without the flower festival there was plenty for participants to paint.
One morning I saw a rabbit on a wall. I could hardly believe my eyes. I tried to persuade myself it was a cat, but the ears gave its identity away. Later we had a close look at the place it had been. The wall was low and the shrub the other side of it had been nibbled.
The weather was perfect. It hardly rained and was not too hot. The view from our room one morning was amazing.
The Thursday was the day that the Transfiguration of Christ is commemorated. We attended a service in the church, had lunch in the tea room and on the way out I took the photo of the sky. (The photo on the right above.) Vapour trails are fairly short-lived; I thought the timing was special.
The photo on the left in that row is of the “Breakthrough Cross” – a sculpture by Ophelia Gordon Bell.