A garden is the best medicine
Yesterday I came home again after four weeks away from it. A warm sunny afternoon stepping out of the car to see a lovely mown lawn edges trimmed and the bushes clipped, that made me smile, then into the house and through to the conservatory looking out at the back garden full of flowers, the Fuchsia bushes in full bloom still, all neat and tidy thanks to my wonderful family plus a gardener for the lawns. It was a week in hospital and three weeks staying with one of my Daughters to recover, it has been sunny and warm most days up here in the North East so we sat in her lovely garden or motored to another Daughter and sat in her garden. They brought me home and my S/L was sitting down to a feast of my tomato's fried in butter on toast with much lip smacking, he had looked after them for me and now I can eat them as well, was unable to before the op, guess what my lunch will be? Ailsa Craig the tomato I was brought up with and to me the real taste of tomato.
Relaxed and comfortable looking out over my garden with the biggest smile on my face I suddenly felt strength pour back, yes a garden is the best medicine after all, slept like a log last night and now looking out over the sunny garden feeling much better.