My garden is my sanctuary. My Mum was the same, regardless of what life threw at her, she escaped into her garden, lost herself in her thoughts, gained strength to live another day.
I can't ever imagine not being able to garden, last year, so much of my time involved sitting with my Mum, I rarely got out there. This year, I've time to potter. I feel close to her whilst I'm out there, our shared love of gardening is our connection. A connection to my past, the memory of her planting flowers, pulling up weeds. A connection with one inspirational woman.
We're making lots of changes to our garden this year. It's scary. It's expensive. I'm having to put a lot of trust that things will work out well. I'm having to put a lot of trust in my body, that it will keep allowing me to garden. That's scary. We've a hill in our garden, some days it feels like a mountain to climb. I want to be always able to go up and down that hill.
The changes are very exciting. My little plot will become a nurturing, creative space, a place where I can build up my strength, physically, as well as emotionally. That's the plan, that's the hope. But it's scary. The idea of never being able to garden...very scary.
So once again, I have to rely on Hope. It's a good thing that Hope, it's what keeps me going...
Have a lovely week everyone,
Amanda :) xxx