Gardens bring me such joy, a sense of peacefulness surrounds me whenever I am close to nature, on the weekend however I had a time of sadness in my old garden, gone are the flourishing new plants, most have withered, many have died.
I know that I was the gardener of the household and with my departure I was always extremely concerned to how my garden would survive, hours of dreaming, planning, planting and nurture all seem to have been in vain.
My heart was overwhelmed with grief as I stood amongst the once vibrant young garden full of promise, by now they should have been thriving as the summer heat would have prompted a growth spurt with regular watering, instead they are sick and unloved, wasting away with out dedicated attention and love for their well being.
I know we are not all fond of pottering outside attending to the needs of another, especially those not of the human strain, but I guess I did hope that somehow the inspiration would have been forthcoming to keep the garden growing.
My lesson this weekend was to see that visiting the past is not always a pleasant experience, that perhaps not knowing or in my case, not seeing how things are is a much better option than dealing with the vision that stood before me........