For a garden that has been somewhat neglected, it is obviously able to take care of itself.
Cutting the grass and watering plants, were carried out here and there but only when time permitted.
Life in the garden carried on..........
as I nursed my Mother. In the last few weeks of her life I was humbled by her acceptance of death. A quietness surrounded her, and it was passed to all those who saw her in those last few weeks.
One day, as I sat by her bedside, she was gazing out of the window, at the beautiful blue summer sky.
"Goodbye world" she said with the most lovely smile.
She took my hand. "It is such a beautiful world Cheryl. Take time to enjoy all that is around you."
I will never forget the words she spoke just before she died. They left me with something special........passed from Mother to child.
We all have moments of darkness......but somewhere, sometime we see light, and we once again carry on with life.
I hear my Mothers words on a daily basis............and I smile.
She taught me so much in a lifetime...........thank you Mum.
My Mother passed away peacefully yesterday evening.
You are leaving me. Then go in peace. And let your wish alone be lamp to light your path. Find tranquillity where're you be.
Chaim Nachman Bialik 1873 - 1934
She lies in the hospital bed, frail but her mind very much alive.
She wants to go home, her refuge, the place where her memories are held. My Mother has terminal cancer. We do not know how long she has.
My brother and I are working hard to make her last wish come true. Putting care in place is taking much too long but we will not give up. Time is precious to her......I need to give her that time.
Poppi and Riley visited Great Grandma in hospital. I am so very proud of them. Just losing their Father and looking death in the face once again, they comforted Ruby. They sat at her bedside holding her hand and listened to the stories she had to tell. The human spirit is a wonderful thing.
It seems that life is testing us all, to see just how much we can endure. I have found incredible comfort and the peace I need in my garden................Poppi and Riley will be staying at the weekend. Time to talk, time to comfort, time to care.......................
I sit in the garden, a cup of tea in hand, staring into space.
2016 has been the most difficult of years, I thought it could not get any worse.
I am tired. In my mind I see the image of my Grandchildren clinging to their Mother, sobbing. Their world shattered, their little hearts broken.
Last weekend Poppi and Riley's father was doing a bike ride for charity through the streets of London. I cry as I type.
He was knocked from his bike by a bus and suffered severe injury to the head. Air lifted to hospital and put on life support we prayed and hoped. Sadly there was no brain function, and Sunday evening the machine was turned off.
Dear Daniel, you were complex, changeable, difficult to understand...........on the other side, caring, artistic, a wonderful sense of humour. You will be greatly missed by many people but none more than your children.
RIP dear boy...........you will always be with us in spirit and Poppi and Riley will always have you in their hearts.
I must have walked this garden a thousand times or more.
I believe I know every part of it but of course I do not.
Every garden holds secrets........heartbeats and wing beats. We see only a tiny part of what goes on.
If we play the part of silent watchers, we will find our own lives are enriched by the daily drama of other creatures.
A garden is a peaceful pleasure. A place for collections of ferns, garden ornaments,
a path overhung with unconfined plants.
It holds a place in our hearts that can be reached by a sight, a sound, a smell.
It is our own little piece of paradise, here on earth.
Michelle and Ian were childhood sweethearts. Michelle went to school with my daughter and Ian is our sons best friend.
Michelle has been fighting breast cancer for three years.
She was determined this cruel disease would not take her from her husband and her two young children. Her strength and determination left all who met her humbled.
At the weekend she passed away quietly and a light went out for so many people. I have never seen so many tributes on the social network. Every comment saying the same thing......she was an amazing woman.
Michelle's brother ran the marathon on Sunday, despite just learning his sister had passed away............he decided to continue because he knew Michelle would want him to. He finished the 26 miles......and raised a lot of money for Breast Cancer UK.
RIP Michelle
It has been a changeable Spring. One day warm and sunny, the next grey and cold. Lots of rain.........
The garden has coped well considering. The smallest flowers appear to be the toughest,
putting on a good show regardless.
Plenty of nectar for the bees.
At this time of year I tend to ponder........
wondering what the following season will hold.
But for this moment I will just enjoy the birdsong, the hum of the bees and a tiny blue butterfly that keeps dancing around me as I take my photographs :)
