Like Love Loathe

I am making a pledge to try to join in with Sarah Life In a Break Down and Bex from Futures for their LIKE, LOVE, LOATHE linky. As I often am raving about something good or ranting about some minor or major hatred. (Boy can I list lots of those)
So here goes

LIKE I like my new plants bought yesterday at a village that opened up five of the owners gardens to the public. I am still filling the huge expanse of ground and determined that Granny gets to sit in a paradise of colour and scent, its one of the few places she can get to now, so it is important I get it filled. I got some great bargains and plants that will grow big and also self seed.
Also while in one of the gardens I was remarking on all the low growing plants the lady had, I said these would be great to stop the weeds, she bent down and dug up huge portions for me to take home and said, " Pop back another day when its not so busy and I will give you some more plants" Another total stranger, being generous, really made my day!
LOVE I love love love my new necklace bought by my friend for my birthday, I adore dragonflies, the real ones and decorative ones.
The pendant is so detailed, very big which I like in a necklace and the comments are already coming in, I have been stopped and asked a few times about it.
Its perfect for me, I will wear it lots, I will not be bothered if it matches my clothes, I tend to wear what makes me happy and is treasured and this fits both criteria!

LOATHE This week I have been loathing the press again, the plane crash over Ukraine, has shocked us all, in fact Chris works with a man who sons friend was on board. I have stayed away from anything other than the barest facts.
Yes we need to know what happened, at times we need to call out in condemnation at atrocity, but showing images of bodies and the wreckage, (I have not seen but have been told) is unnecessary, causes more heartache for those who know the victims. If it was my child there, this would add to my grief. I feel this because of two tragedies that touched my life. The 7/7 bombing was one, a good neighbour James was one of the last casualties to be found and the night he never came home was a one of growing concern, turning to horror, the coming weeks were filled with press stirring up hatred in communities and more grief.

At the funeral, I saw a photographer up a tree trying to capture a shot of the grieving family, similar happened at another funeral I attended for a boy who had been murdered. I made the front page that day and it brought home to me how it feels to be gawped at when its a private time to mourn.
Do we need to see the grief of the families and mourners, yes we can feel it, but in trying to capture that breaking news and gain the first shot, I think its loathsome how its obtained.

News photo thanks to Shutterstock
Papparazzi hiding in bin thanks to Shutterstock