As I am sitting at my computer, I can hear my daughter’s young Labrador playing outside with I don’t know what! It sounds like a bucket being thrown, caught, rolled and most of all chewed. We are baby sitting two Labradors and a cat because my daughter and her husband recently moved to Tanzania from South Africa. The animals are staying with us untill they are settled enough to be transferred. These sounds remind me of the day they were finally sent to the naughty corner!
A week ago on a Friday as I was coming home after a very emotionally draining day looking after my elderly parents,I reached the gate of our property, heaving a sigh of relief. Friday at last, home, relax in the sun with a book and a cup of coffee were my thoughts. Alas this was not to be.
The moment I unsuspectingly opened the gate I saw a black and white streak going past! O no the dogs are out. As we live in the country there are many exciting places, smells , chickens and unsuspecting workers on their bicycles to be chased. And so the GREAT ESCAPE AND CHASE was on. The dogs being the escapees and me in my little dress, leggings and boots being the chaser. It took me the better part of an hour, lots of frustration, fear of them being run over by either a car or a train and eventually the help of various passers by to catch them and get them back into the property!
When I sat down at last with my cup of coffee, I realised life’s like that. Just when we think we have everything controlled and planned, the unexpected happens. Maturity lies in the way we react to the unexpected and sometimes difficult events in life. I try to react with humor, thoughtfulness and wisdom and pray that I will learn from each experience.
Recently every gardening magazine I open has some form of vertical gardening project, ranging from gardening vertically in pots against walls, to making interesting plans with wooden pallets, old furniture and even plastic water bottles.
This made me wonder where it all started.When researching the history of vertical gardening I learnt that this is not something new and vertical gardens in some form or another has been around for ages. From ancient times as seen in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, this art has evolved to being part of architectural design today.
Not to be left out, I looked around me and found my very own version of a vertical garden lying around in the storeroom. I saw potential in an old wrought iron garden bench which belonged to my mother and set out to create my vertical garden. The bench was put on its side and the back rest as well as armrest were used to attach various containers which I then filled with plants of my choice. Now it has pride of place outside my kitchen door and provides me with flowers as well as salad greens and herbs.
Yes life really is like a box of chocolates, full of surprises. Some are sweet and soft centered and others are tangy and tart to the taste, while still others are sticky and difficult to chew. Then there are the rocky ones, those that make you wonder if your teeth are strong enough to chew them .
Every day is a new chocolate for us to taste , eat and digest and even though some of them are more difficult to chew, life still is sweet and we can find joy in every new day. At present I am experiencing a series of hard rocky chocolate days full of nuts which are difficult to chew.These are mainly due to having to care for two aged parents who are both ill. I realize that this is just another phase of life and that this too will come to pass. In the meantime I try to eat one nutty chocolate day at a time remembering the following.
Lamentations 3 : 21 -22 :
It is because of the Lord’s mercy and loving-kindness that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not . They are new every morning: great and abundant is Your stability and faithfulness.
How would I describe myself? Just an ordinary woman aged fifty plusplus. The two plusses being because I am nearing sixty, luckily not feeling it though.
My daily life consist of being a wife 32 years , companion, mother of 3 , and professional speech language therapist. A carer of others both in my professional life and in my personal life. When I have free time I enjoy reading, having coffee with old friends and my two daughters , crafting, pottering in the garden, shopping and learning new skills.
I don’t like the modern version of food gathering ( grocery shopping ) but love browsing in shops for special finds, be it clothing, a special book or something beautifully handmade. Watch this space as I will share special finds here.
Why would I blog, I asked myself? While thinking and reading about diaries and blogging I came across the following quote: “the instinct to record daily life and thoughts is as ancient as handwriting ” by Alexandra Johnson .
The old way
So here I am almost 60 years old and on the verge of evolving from writing a diary to blogging. I want to start the journey with a short history of diary writing. The oldest diaries come from the Middle East and East Asian cultures and date from as early as the 2nd century AD. Through the centuries diaries have changed from beautifully handwritten and illustrated documents to typed pages and now the wonder of blogging, facebook, twitter, and digital photo dairies.
Now I will take the plunge and trust that my words will mean something not only to me but to others as well.