When you are stressed do you have a special place in your mind where you can retreat to ? I want to share with you my special place, if I'm upset or I cant sleep or I'm stressed I start at the gate and work my way through this beautiful place. I usually don't get very far it works it magic on me almost immediately.
Of all the places I have ever been in my life I wish I could re-visit this one GULP !! oh how silly I am get a grip girl.... This was my dad's garden and this is how I remember it 45 years ago sadly it no longer exists only in my memories and this grainy photograph.When other men were growing vegetables my dad was growing flowers and it was a beautiful place I have so many strong memories of that garden.I am so thankful that I inherited my love of gardening from my dad and when my own garden is looking good I have a few moments knowing that my dad would be proud of my efforts.
The Robin always pops in when I'm gardening and we joke that its my dad telling me what I'm doing wrong.
What a beautiful place. No wonder you love it.
ReplyDeletesometimes our mind is our best sacred space, we can ignore the shopping centers that grew up behind the read ones.
ReplyDeleteSharyn
How beautiful - you've reminded me of my grandfather's garden, he grew roses just for my grandma. They're home is now gone too, and yet I can walk in anytime in my memory.
ReplyDeleteLovely , hope you are feeling okay.
ReplyDeleteLovely memories. When I'm stressed (99% of the time!) I escape to my own private desert island! It's heaven.....for a short while! xxx
ReplyDeleteThat is such a beautiful garden! I too have very fond memories of my father working away in his garden,and he would love to show me what he had been up to,whether it was digging the vegetable patch,or planning a new herbacious border.
ReplyDeleteI always feel close to him when I'm in my garden.I love the robin 'thing',because that is what I think too! :0)
So glad you have a happy place to go back to when you're sad. I always look back to my childhood too. Your photo reminds me so much of my Grandad's garden, back in the 1970s. After my Mum died, for a month or so I was visited by a female blackbird, who would look in from the kitchen window sill. It brought me great comfort to think it was my Mum just checking that everything was OK with her gone. I like this post, even though it has brought quite a few tears to my eyes! x
ReplyDeleteLovely photo. I've always called my garden my "sanity" and it is thanks to my Dad that I love gardening. Wish I could go and sit with him for just one more hour.
ReplyDeleteCarol xx