Often I would ask her if I could take my brother out to Greenwich Park, just to get away from the heavy atmosphere.
My brother and I would spend several hours there, playing, running, and exploring. My spirit would lift and I was ready to go back home to Mum...........
Since Father died I have come to understand my Mother and the depression she lives with. I like to think I have helped her through her most troubles times..........
I still find it can leave me mentally exhausted on occasions. That is when I turn to the garden............it is my sanctuary.
Alone with the birds bees and trees I am at one with nature.
I walk the garden every day, I believe I must know every blade of grass, tree root and plant by now :)
Of course, I do not.............gardens are mysterious places. As I strolled this morning, I wondered what was happening beneath the soil.....the creatures, fungi and bacteria. A world, deep beneath the plants and trees.
Looking at the tree house, I think of the Grandchildren, bright lights in my world. A season of summer fun ahead.
Life is ever changing............but it is good. Problems arise but in a years time they are but a distant memory.