H is for Horticulturalist

Once again I have picked a theme for the A to Z Challenge. This time I aim to entertain rather than to educate. My theme is careers or occupations. I begin with a piece of creative writing.

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Horace and Hortense are horticulturalists. Their top job would be to work in a world-famous garden such as Highgrove or Kew. They started growing hyacinths in bowls when they were knee-high to a grasshopper. Now they have high-level qualifications and grow hundreds of thousands of herbaceous plants every year. They work with their hands and know the value of horse-manure and humus in improving the soil.

Herbaceous border at Nymans

Herbaceous border at Nymans

Further reading: some world-famous gardens are Highgrove and The Royal Botanical Gardens at Kew

When I picked the names for the people in this post I was unaware that Hortense means gardener. I found out by chance, when I put the name into a search to confirm the spelling.

The first people in the Bible lived in a garden. Genesis 2:8-25

For once I have a suitable photo. There are more from my visit to Nymans on Sue’s words and pictures.


Prayer strands

Do you pray?

When I think about prayer I mean praying to the triune God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Prayer is so easy a child can do it, but it can also be difficult. It can be difficult to be honest. It can be difficult to find time. It can be difficult to listen in case God is speaking or showing us a picture.

I recently had a half formed idea about the strength of groups of people praying. Jesus said, Where two or three are gathered in my name…

I wondered about a sort of plant rising from people towards God. We are supposed to be branches in his Vine – a sort of network. I thought about the strength of intertwined creepers. There is also reference in the Bible to a three-stranded cord.

Then I saw a picture on Twitter of wisteria in Kew Gardens. I have permission from Isabel Hardman to share it here.



I am not claiming to understand what happens when we pray. God wants us to treat him as our Heavenly Father and talk to him. We should expect to hear from him too.

Perhaps our prayers have substance, becoming a strong interwoven fabric or a tangle of creepers. Perhaps in praying for a person our prayers build up a barrier against evil. Prayer is something of a mystery. Does this picture resonate in any way with your experience? Can you shed any light on these tentative ideas?