A recent diagnosis of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and Fibromyalgia, finally put a name to the pain, extreme tiredness, and mental confusion I started to experience several years ago. I could see life coming to an end, my days in the garden disappearing, down that proverbial garden path. . . . Pushed out, the garden gate slamming behind me, I wondered if life was worth living. Couple the set backs with a mind set that is always dreaming up new projects, my mind and body are always at war. Meanwhile my husband and I continue to fine tune our garden.
Gardens have healing power.
Tending plants, watching them grow, the gratification you feel, when they actually live and prosper. I love gardening, sinking my fingers into years of religiously composted, and ammended soil, once hard clay. I love planning for the seasons or next years garden, the garden that will always be better. Best of all is the enjoying, laying back and breathing in the air, that some people have commented smells sweeter than the air outside our garden walls.the color, the scents, the sound of bees humming on a warm summer day. Used under License.