The Restorative Power of the Garden …
Since my return from the coast I have been in bed ill with a nasty virus. It has laid me low – I have slept the clock round, not eating or thinking about blogland or how spring was rushing along without me. I had nothing inside my head at all – just a desire to get through this and back to my normal self.
Easter Monday was my first day back to normality – almost – I am a little weak and tired, but have been out in the garden for the first time in two weeks – the sun shone specially for me, the wind dropped and I began to realise that nothing has the healing power of the outdoors and the garden for me. Little jobs have been completed – little jobs that would still have been there whether I worried about getting them done or not. As I moved my kneeling mat around the beds – pulling out old winter veg, weeding out those forget-me-nots that seem to get everywhere – it felt good, really good, to be out there – the sun on my back, the dirt in my nails once more.
And, although the holiday seems a long way off now – these are a few things I collected whilst walking the shoreline.
‘Til next time enjoy the fine weather and the lovely flowers that are blooming right now.