Julie Quinn
As Gretta, my Mum got older she adapted her gardening to fit her abilities. She had built huge waist-high raised beds which she filled with spring bulbs and summer bedding. She could potter out there without bending or digging and she kept that going every year. Her front door area was a mass of pots which she painted in primary colours, also filled with spring bulbs and then summer bedding. Her pots were a famous landmark and she kept them going till the day she moved out just before her 100th birthday.
Mum at around 93 yrs old in front of her raised bed full of spring bulbs
Another photo showing the raised bed
This is Mum and me with her front door pots taken when she was mid 90s. She loved pots as they were so much easier to garden with, as long as she found someone strong to move them about. She also found watering them very relaxing and therapeutic.
Now in a Residential Home she is still gardening at 103 yrs old. Here are her pots from last summer.
More colourful pots from last summer. As you can see, she loves colour in everything she has.
Colourful containers she planted up last summer for the front entrance to the Residential Home. She persuaded the Manager to pay for it all too.
