Despite a raw day, the kind that gets right through your jacket, I managed to do some gardening. Difficult because I am trying to avoid standing on the lawn, which has been flattened to a mess, both by the snow and the foxes. I haven’t help much by walking across it when it was very wet (sponge like actually) undertaking the remedial work after the fox damage. I am doubtful it will recover. Perhaps it is the all important nudge I need to give more of the lawn over to a vegetable plot.
The wonderful thing about this time of the year is the awareness that life starts all over again – light comes after darkness. I have posted some photos (see below) because I want to share some of my excitement, especially the Euphorbia Griffithii Fireglow which I thought had been lost for ever. I bought it last year from Denmans Gardens in Fontwell. If you don’t know the garden it is owned by John Brookes and full of wonderful Euphorbias. These are plants I have never grown before so treated myself to one last year; it would have been so sad to have lost it within 12 months. There is a tremendous sense of responsibility gardening isn’t there? Its like bringing up children, it makes you very protective and you build a relationship with loved plants – I do anyway.
On another note: Late this afternoon I took off my amateur gardener hat, replaced it with my dutiful daughter one and went to see my mum in the nursing home around the corner. She will be 92 in April and has been living in the home since January 2009. Mum can usually be found in the lounge with her friends, participating in one of the many activities. Much to the surprise of the family, this is a woman who would never join in anything and had few friends. She now paints, plays bingo (!!) and goes to all the craft making activities despite being crippled with arthritis. After having a hunt around for her, I found her in her room in bed, the last place I thought to look. Poor Mum is in terrible pain with her hip which was broken some years ago and never set properly. As with the majority of elderly people her short-term memory is pretty poor and she can’t always remember to take the painkillers. I asked the Sister why she is not taking them regularly I was told “We have to offer painkillers but if she won’t take them we can’t make her, that would be seen as abuse”. I can see their point but if you have a forgetful resident in pain surely they should have some proper pain management in place. I feel a telephone call coming on for tomorrow.