Yes, it's rather symbolic, isn't it? But I always felt Siegfried was an ego on two legs anyway, either that or ineffably thick that he couldn't tell Odette from Odile. Anyway - we all know he got his just desserts, even if heroically in Swan Lake. Maybe he will in Act Three... or maybe not. We'll see.
It's been great walking each day, and especially as it is promoted as an aid to healing. But the 2000's are my threshhold just now. I shall shout it from the rooftops if I make it to 3000!!
Thanks for your continued interest and kindness, Beth. It's appreciated.
Lovely words through and through. How wonderful to have the garden coming to lightness as you too rise up with strength. Growing together. And your story is a wonderful tale getting my mind stirring with wonder about what’s next!! How fortunate for us that you are making those steps back to strength and health and you are kind enough to share the journey with us. Thank you!
I can't praise gardens enough as an aid to healing. Especially the Matchbox, as it's mostly raised beds and I can sit and pull the odd weed.
We bought this townhouse on the assumption that one day, we would no longer be able to manage the coast - either the driving or the much larger garden. And my husband has had three instances and myself now two, where we have needed to be quite close to medical support, so this has been our little inside/outside haven. The garden was built with the idea that eventually we won't be hail enough to garden fully but can still potter.
It's a potter-potter kind of garden...
The post-op days of this week and last week have been interesting, and very much a learning curve. There are things they don't tell you and which are just common practicalities in order to 'get on' and I'm tempted to write a little leaflet and present it to my surgeon!
Thank you for sticking with me through this, Sabrina. It's been so reassuring.
Absolutely agreed with gardening as healing: both for people and the planet. How clever of you to plan for future life with garden as part of it. I'm a potterer as well too. I love a good hack and clear out, but I mostly love the daily wander through the garden to see what's new, what needs a little tug or clip, and what just needs a moment of quiet appreciation.
You should write that leaflet. I learned so much the time my (now-ex) husband had a brain injury and we had to navigate both the recovery and dealing with specialists process, and there were NO resources to guide either. Of course, I'm sure you can find some of that on the Internet now, not a resource for me back then, but when you are in the midst of things, you really need an easy to find resource like you describe.
It's perfect to compare your ongoing blossoming (and healing) with your garden, Prue - such a positive vibe. And, even as you take it easy (???) you seem to be keeping busy with your writing - still wrangling plots and editing! Your descriptions make me see everything so clearly: "silver pear leaves." Keep on doing what you are doing xo
I do a lot of writing in my head, Sue. The weekly column is about all the little grey cells have the energy for right now. Email to follow. Much love.XXXX
Oh Prue, your descriptions of your garden are breathtaking - and using it as an analogy for your recovery journey is wonderful.
'The garden is like me, in a type of hiatus. As I must take the coming months slowly, waiting for energy to bud and burst, so my garden does a little bit here and there.'
I love the excerpt! An uneasy subject - indeed, yes - but you are shining a much-needed light onto something that needs to be exposed, not hidden in darkness. Bravo!
Your patience and strength in recovery really show through in this post full of light and anticipation. Sending love. You've got this! 😘
Thank you so much, Rebecca. I've been worried that I've harped on the whole op thing for far too long but it's rather an incredible journey in its way - certainly for me anyway. It pushes various buttons and one has to find hidden strengths every now and then.
Patient? Hmm - just as well you're not a fly on the wall! (insert wink emoji).
I’ve always thought using the term ‘patient’ for the subject of a recipient of medical treatment to be pretty ironic! I’ve never BEEN a patient patient, let alone ever MET one! 🤣😉😁
You’re doing great, and it’s lovely to know how things are going! ‘Harping on about…’ is absolutely NOT what you’re doing - it’s actually really nice to read how you’re doing. And hurrah for hidden strengths!
During recovery, time creeps along. All the new "firsts" are encouragement to a body that has endured...increasing the steps, taking fewer naps, watching the sleeping garden awaken, getting your own snacks, those glorious showers, sleeping in your own bed...all the sights, smells, tastes, feels of home. Welcome home, be well!
The images from your in-town garden look lush and inviting. I can picture you out there "pottering" and I can see you represented in how the plants gather strength over winter. On a practical note, I'm interested in the chicken wire over top of the one collection of pots. I may need to resort to something similar; our squirrel and rabbit populations are giving us such a hard time these days! Act Three is shaping up beautifully, and what a marvelous way for you to be engaged without taxing yourself physically. You're on your way!
Wire to prevent possums digging up my bulbs. Wretched animals! I sympathise over the squirrels and rabbits. And thank you re Act Three - it's flowing through my head nicely, if not onto the file.
I've had a bit of a hiccup which may need the surgeon's opinion tomorrow - bummer! So the corner has only been partially turned.
Well, phooey! Good that you are close to the source for medical advise. I do hope it's not a big setback. Sending all the juju, and a little bit of Tasmanian devil. 👹
Love it. Piotr sees a lot more than Kate imagines. Grin.
So lovely to see that step count continuing to rise, to see the garden providing such joy just before the harshness of winter arrives.
Rest well dear Prue. Sending heaps of hugs and best wishes. 🤗🤗😘
Yes, it's rather symbolic, isn't it? But I always felt Siegfried was an ego on two legs anyway, either that or ineffably thick that he couldn't tell Odette from Odile. Anyway - we all know he got his just desserts, even if heroically in Swan Lake. Maybe he will in Act Three... or maybe not. We'll see.
It's been great walking each day, and especially as it is promoted as an aid to healing. But the 2000's are my threshhold just now. I shall shout it from the rooftops if I make it to 3000!!
Thanks for your continued interest and kindness, Beth. It's appreciated.
Lovely words through and through. How wonderful to have the garden coming to lightness as you too rise up with strength. Growing together. And your story is a wonderful tale getting my mind stirring with wonder about what’s next!! How fortunate for us that you are making those steps back to strength and health and you are kind enough to share the journey with us. Thank you!
I can't praise gardens enough as an aid to healing. Especially the Matchbox, as it's mostly raised beds and I can sit and pull the odd weed.
We bought this townhouse on the assumption that one day, we would no longer be able to manage the coast - either the driving or the much larger garden. And my husband has had three instances and myself now two, where we have needed to be quite close to medical support, so this has been our little inside/outside haven. The garden was built with the idea that eventually we won't be hail enough to garden fully but can still potter.
It's a potter-potter kind of garden...
The post-op days of this week and last week have been interesting, and very much a learning curve. There are things they don't tell you and which are just common practicalities in order to 'get on' and I'm tempted to write a little leaflet and present it to my surgeon!
Thank you for sticking with me through this, Sabrina. It's been so reassuring.
Absolutely agreed with gardening as healing: both for people and the planet. How clever of you to plan for future life with garden as part of it. I'm a potterer as well too. I love a good hack and clear out, but I mostly love the daily wander through the garden to see what's new, what needs a little tug or clip, and what just needs a moment of quiet appreciation.
You should write that leaflet. I learned so much the time my (now-ex) husband had a brain injury and we had to navigate both the recovery and dealing with specialists process, and there were NO resources to guide either. Of course, I'm sure you can find some of that on the Internet now, not a resource for me back then, but when you are in the midst of things, you really need an easy to find resource like you describe.
And you are most welcome.
It's perfect to compare your ongoing blossoming (and healing) with your garden, Prue - such a positive vibe. And, even as you take it easy (???) you seem to be keeping busy with your writing - still wrangling plots and editing! Your descriptions make me see everything so clearly: "silver pear leaves." Keep on doing what you are doing xo
I do a lot of writing in my head, Sue. The weekly column is about all the little grey cells have the energy for right now. Email to follow. Much love.XXXX
Oh Prue, your descriptions of your garden are breathtaking - and using it as an analogy for your recovery journey is wonderful.
'The garden is like me, in a type of hiatus. As I must take the coming months slowly, waiting for energy to bud and burst, so my garden does a little bit here and there.'
I love the excerpt! An uneasy subject - indeed, yes - but you are shining a much-needed light onto something that needs to be exposed, not hidden in darkness. Bravo!
Your patience and strength in recovery really show through in this post full of light and anticipation. Sending love. You've got this! 😘
Thank you so much, Rebecca. I've been worried that I've harped on the whole op thing for far too long but it's rather an incredible journey in its way - certainly for me anyway. It pushes various buttons and one has to find hidden strengths every now and then.
Patient? Hmm - just as well you're not a fly on the wall! (insert wink emoji).
I’ve always thought using the term ‘patient’ for the subject of a recipient of medical treatment to be pretty ironic! I’ve never BEEN a patient patient, let alone ever MET one! 🤣😉😁
You’re doing great, and it’s lovely to know how things are going! ‘Harping on about…’ is absolutely NOT what you’re doing - it’s actually really nice to read how you’re doing. And hurrah for hidden strengths!
During recovery, time creeps along. All the new "firsts" are encouragement to a body that has endured...increasing the steps, taking fewer naps, watching the sleeping garden awaken, getting your own snacks, those glorious showers, sleeping in your own bed...all the sights, smells, tastes, feels of home. Welcome home, be well!
Bit of first last night - quite the drama. Least said...
But you're right - the other firsts are glorious. It gives such meaning to 'the small things'.
Hope you are well, too.
The images from your in-town garden look lush and inviting. I can picture you out there "pottering" and I can see you represented in how the plants gather strength over winter. On a practical note, I'm interested in the chicken wire over top of the one collection of pots. I may need to resort to something similar; our squirrel and rabbit populations are giving us such a hard time these days! Act Three is shaping up beautifully, and what a marvelous way for you to be engaged without taxing yourself physically. You're on your way!
Wire to prevent possums digging up my bulbs. Wretched animals! I sympathise over the squirrels and rabbits. And thank you re Act Three - it's flowing through my head nicely, if not onto the file.
I've had a bit of a hiccup which may need the surgeon's opinion tomorrow - bummer! So the corner has only been partially turned.
Well, phooey! Good that you are close to the source for medical advise. I do hope it's not a big setback. Sending all the juju, and a little bit of Tasmanian devil. 👹
oh no Prue, I do hope it's not too serious and you are soon feeling much better.
I wasn't something I would want to repeat, Kate. It was quite confronting but all's well now.
It wouldn't be me if it was easy!!!! ;)