In my garden I can plan, I can plant, I can ponder,

Surrounded by crisp greens and fragrant pinks.

Here I can slow down, be soothed by silence,

And lose myself in soil-digging, weed-pulling, dead-heading.

 

In my garden I can design, create, express,

Setting reds amidst purple, smooth against rough, straight beside curved.

Here energy is found, joy rediscovered,

As the artist replenishes her brush.

 

In my garden my special son joins me,

Arms flapping, voice calling, hair tustled.

Here he is mesmorised, entranced, at peace,

In the garden created by his mum.

Gardening is good for my soul.  It refocuses and refreshes me.  It forces me to relax; it helps me to cope.  The photos above were all taken at our old house.  I look forward to sharing some photos of what we have been working on at our new house – the potager and flower/shrub garden.