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My garden ~ I’m back … I think

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So much has happened in three months since I last wrote. I’ve been away from work and my home and Himself while caring for my mother in her home in the Waikato. She died at the end of April – sad yet a relief. I’m glad I was there for her throughout. She endured with quiet dignity. I guess in the presence of death we learn much about the capacity of the human spirit, natural elements and life. Not expected to live beyond March, Mum lingered into April to greet a new-born great-granddaughter. A neighbourhood cat came calling every day and was quite the purrrfect visitor. Mum and I called her Daisy. The day before Mum died, this cat hopped onto Mum’s bed, curled up against Mum’s hip within patting reach and went to sleep. Such a comfort. The day after the funeral, my brothers, sister and I watched as a flock of white geese flew low and directly overhead in V formation, honked and headed north. An unusual event – we have never seen such birds over Mum’s hometown.  

Well, I’m back – back to work today. My fears about coping when I returned to work are really groundless. The boss has been compassionate and supportive. Colleagues understood. This morning, I flipped through the pile of mail on my desk and left stuff unopened. I wilted at the prospect of going through hundreds of emails and used the delete button on global messages to whole staff.  I re-charged my work mobile phone. It’s like I’ve been in another world as I didn’t have time to use these technologies. Instead, I used a different keyboard and played the piano for Mum – something I haven’t done for decades – amazed I could still read the music. She was an entertainer and loved hearing the sounds – even though I apologised for my poor timing and stumbling as my fingers struggled to remember the keys. But I was really too busy with care-giving and using bedside technologies. Hospice provides phenomenal support in the home.      

Now, on the home front, there’s been so much rampant growth in my garden in my absence. I’ve missed a whole season of apples – himself valiantly picked and peeled, and froze apple pulp. My  trees are showing off their autumn colours. Pumpkins are matured hidden in the grass. Main crop potatoes are still in the ground waiting to be harvested. While the Waikato region endured a 100-year drought, Northland had ideal growing conditions. Waikato dairy farmers paid mega-dollars for cattle-feed and grazing off their farms in Northland and elsewhere.

I’ve been staggered by the numbers of readers and their responses to my blog especially as I’ve not written for three months. It’s an incentive to get going again. Catch up with you soon.   

Author: Jenny

My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. As I see it, we are here on this place to respect and to preserve nature, not to develop the land. I love how the totara trees stand in silent witness to our human activity. They keep me honest. I love to wander along the stream bank. I like being able to grow fruit and vegetables. I enjoy green open space. My son challenged me to write a blog using my garden diaries to start. Writing a blog is quite different to my diary scribblings. It is for a different audience. In every post, I have to make a conscious effort to get free of an academic style of writing. I write about things I know and do in my everyday life. I am not a photographer but the images I use are taken by me. I believe this adds veracity to my voice in each post. Learning to setup and to manage a blog has been a major effort and remains a work in progress. Who knows where this will lead. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older phase of our life together. But family commitments continue. As it happens, I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and living creatures who live charmed existences. I watch on as they serve as actors weaving their ways across the stage of daily life. Shakespeare wrote in As You Like It: All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; Always, there's something to write about life lived as I know it.

4 thoughts on “My garden ~ I’m back … I think

  1. Hi Jenny
    I’m sorry to hear the reason for your absence. These times are never easy (my own mum died when I was 18) but I’m sure it meant the world to your mum to have you around like that.
    It’s good to see you back. I’d been wondering where you were. I hope things are going okay for you.
    Take care
    Nerys

  2. Good to hear from you, Nerys. I’m glad my sister and I were there for Mum … she knew and that’s everything. Cheers, Jenny.

  3. Hi jenny.
    Very sad news.
    Im sure you’ll find great comfort in your wonderful garden….Its looking beautiful.

    Bean

  4. Thank you for your kind thoughts, Bean. Yes – the garden is the place to be. Cheers, jenny.

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