100

On Thursday Auntie Gladys is 100 years old.
Frail, deaf and registered blind, she now has her good days and her bad days, which is to be expected and despite a couple of recent falls she continues to soldier on like the stalwart she has always has been ( there's a message in that me thinks)
Even though we no longer officially exist the Old FLOWER SHOW COMMITTEE has organised a massive bouquet to be sent to her. One with the loudest array of coloured flowers that could be mustered. I am hoping she may be able to see just a glimmer of  the blooms sent.
Members of the village choir will  be singing her happy Birthday and will be taking a cake and her daughter and family. will be there on the day.
She has already told Phil from the choir that she needs to bake her famous scones for the day

In the village there is still a significant number of  people that hold dear memories of the old gal.
Indeed I have shared many here, from her famous last speech at the last flower show, to her hundred or so scone gifts tied surreptitiously on the cottage door knob,

But when pushed I have one very dear memory of auntie Gladys that outranks all of the others  and that was back in 2008 when I held my very first Open Allotment Day for Charity.
I was fairly new in the village back then and had no idea how many people, if any, would support the event so when the deadline of 6pm came and it helpfully started to rain, I found myself standing in the lane willing for just one person to turn up.
I need not have worried...... for when I walked up the lane and looked around the corner leading up to the Church I spied a long row of villagers, walking towards me in Indian file under a collection of umbrellas and rain macs.
Leading them was a valiant Auntie Glad, dwarfed by a massive golfing brolly and as she passed me she nodded her head and gave me a genteel "Hello" in her best telephone voice as if she was walking into church