>And I’ve changed my weekend plans so I won’t be going to Aberdeen to visit my husband with my mother-in-law but instead will visit my parents Friday to Saturday which leaves Sunday free for a day in the garden.
The weather forecast is promising for Sunday, so I’m hoping to put in a fair amount of work in the garden. More digging, more readying the pots for winter and more raking of leaves to add to the compost heap. And most of all Sunday will be a day for both digesting and fleeing the impressions from Friday and Saturday.
The reason for canceling a weekend with my husband is that I really need to see my dad, who is going in for surgery yet again on Friday, and my mum who seems so very much affected by this whole ordeal. And it will not be easy on me, I know, so that’s why I need the Sunday in my little refuge where everything is simple and works according to more or less predictable laws of nature. Seasons change, plants are doing what they are wont to do and to some extent I understand the rules and am in control of everything. And what I don’t control in the garden is really not that important. Whereas in a hospital room I can control nothing, understand little and yet it has such a huge impact.
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
(William Carlos Williams: The Red Wheelbarrow)
>Soren, Gardening can be such a solace in times of medical/family crisis. I put in much of my garden the year my father was dying of cancer, and I began writing a garden blog during the year my mother was dying. I think what I found so comforting about the garden was its constant reminder that the cycle of life goes on. -Jean
>Wonderful blog, Soren,touching sentiments, and on my radar since finding you on Blotanical.Good wishes sent your father's way from afar.Look forward to this connection to Denmark,Aliceaka Alice's Garden Travel Buzz and…