WITH the riot of Spring in full swing, I have spent more and more time out doors. I love the air and the freedom it buys me. As many of you know I work as a nurse, and often have long days inside. It can leave me feeling low and totally unmotivated.I ts not the work, for me it is the lack of exposeur to the outside.
Having a space of my own has always been important. From when I grew up playing with my sister in the garden, or building dens in the fields around where we lived. Being outside created freedom and a sence of space.
I never intended to enjoy it, my parents had a big garden, each of the had designated roles. My Dad spent hours in his old and well loved wellies, sowing us pea crops, rhubarb and broad beans (which I never liked much) My Mum's job was to care for the flowers and the plants, to weed and make everything look pretty. As a child, and definitly as a teenager the plants, vegetables and birds my parents encouraged me to enjoy were just not on my radar.
SO why now? why do I actively seek the very things which I found tiresome and dull. For me, for my elderly neighbours and for my mum at least gardening remains a joy. a unique connection with what is all around us. the ability to sow, cultivate and nuture tiny seedlings into a glorious fullbodied plant.
WE have been so lucky to have been able to live in our tiny cottage, our home and inspiration for Self-Wellbeing. The garden is literally cramed with 600 years of cottage plants and insects.
ENDLESS grape hyachinths, and tulips in spring; the glory of foxgloves, delphiniums and snap dragons in summer - the list is never ending. It takes some managing. Last year on a 2 week holiday, we returned to find the garden looking like a throw-back to the prehistoric era. Plants, insects and bees all jostling for the center of attention,
COMING from a person who was completely afraid of spiders. Trust me when I say - it really is no longer a problem .
BUT with our time it the cottage coming to an end I find myself planning and dreaming of our new garden. New ways to slowly tease tiny seedlings into the beauty and glory of full-on summer bordersh. Te rest and mental space is common and my ability to cope with the stress and pressure of my work is made manageable through this tiny world of paradise.
MY advise, anyone struggling to manage, that feels like there is just not enough air to breath should spend a few hours sowing seeds, or stooping slowly to fetch out that errant weed. Or even, just a quiet cup of tea in the riotous morning sunshine.