The New Normal

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Six weeks have passed since I lost the fight with the triffid and finally the time came to cast off, so to speak, and so three days ago the orthopaedic nurse directed me to the plaster room.

Looking down at my newly exposed wrist I felt as though I was looking at my life through the wrong end of a telescope, suddenly normality seemed so very far away.

However in hospital I had very little time to reflect as I went from the plaster room to x-ray, from there back to the surgeons clinic and finally to the physiotherapy department.

But it doesn’t take a palm reader to see that it’s going to be a long painful summer…

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The angle of my hand contrasted against the straight edge of a wall when I ‘straighten’ my arm.

However having had a few days to reflect on my situation I have come to the realisation that this is my new normal and already I can curl my fingers into an approximation of a lopsided fist of defiance…

 

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Well it’s a start.

{apologies for the poor quality of the pictures}

Daydream Gardening

Unable to do much more than a little light weeding I find myself daydreaming about the Secret Garden and how it will look when it’s finished…

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All these photographs come from gardens that have inspired me and if you recognise your garden in amongst them thank you so much for sharing the fruits of your labour. The Secret Garden has a long way to go and a lot to live up to but watch this space…

 

The Importance of Being Idle

“Sitting quietly,

doing nothing,

spring comes,

and the grass grows by itself”

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Way back in February when the garden was sleeping I blogged about the Secret Stairway I had discovered hidden under layers of garden detritus.

Inspired by a photograph I had found on Pinterest of blue hydrangea I had such plans for that part of the garden.

But before my fall all I had done with the stairs was to clear them and now I’m not at all sorry.

Unable to easily access that part of the garden and in no fit condition to dig and sow spring came to Secret Stairway and it bloomed all by itself.

And oh my doesn’t it look lovely.

Attack of the Triffid

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‘I shall host a garden party!’ I declared excitedly when one of my closest friends mentioned that she would be in town for a family wedding in the summer.

That was back in the autumn.

Time stretched away into the distance.

Looking at the calendar on Thursday morning time seemed to have taken a bit of a jump forward. Looking at the garden there was still so much to be done. Looking at the clock I realised that I could do an hour or so of weeding before work.

I had already cleared most of the ground cover weeds and was concentrating on taking out the triffids, large spiky things with thick woody stems and deep root systems. Each took several days to remove having to be pulled, twisted and tugged repeatedly to be persuaded to part gradually from the ground. My arms were so badly scratched by the thorns I looked like I had been self harming. One triffid was stuck so fast that I finally gave up trying to uproot it and used my spade to chop through the root, though even that took considerable time and effort.

On Thursday morning with only an hour or so to spare I knew I wouldn’t have time to tackle another triffid so I by-passed the large triffid half way up the courtyard stairs and hacked and pulled at some briars and nettles. As I passed the triffid at the top of the stairs I gave it a test tug. It was stuck fast. I gave it another couple of tugs just to start the process of loosening it in the hope of making my planned weekend gardening session a little easier.

But this time was different. With the second tug it remained stuck fast. With the third tug it suddenly and astonishingly flew out the ground. Where was the warning I wondered, the gradually easing of the large root? Falling backwards through time and space I stumbled on the uneven steps. Doing my utmost to impersonate my cat I attempted to twist in mid fall in the hope of landing on my feet but as I did so I stumbled on the other side of the uneven step and toppled over the wall at a jaunty angle falling head first towards a pile of rocks and rubble.

My brain registered a freeze-frame image of my wrist as it crumpled and all I could think was ‘oh this is not good, I start work in a couple of hours’.

Looking at time tick by in A&E I knew that it wasn’t going to be sorted in time for starting work. I knew that it would be several weeks at the earliest before I would work again. I have only recently started a new job and live alone and the implication of my predicament didn’t escape me but there’s nothing like acute pain to focus the mind in the present moment. This breath, the next breath and the one after that was as far into the future as I could contemplate.

The lights in the x-ray department are those eco-friendly movement activated lights which kept going out as I sat silently hunched over my wrist focusing on this breath, the next breath and the one after that. Waiting quietly for the radiographer to call me.

This breath, the next breath and the one after that.

It’s still early days and I remain optimistic that full feeling will return to my fingers any day now but I won’t know until the cast comes off whether there is any permanent damage. The possible implications are so far-reaching that they have the potential to forever change the course of my life. But battered and bruised all I can focus on is this breath, the next breath and the one after that.

And that’s not a bad thing.

 

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A Comedy of Errors {Four Candles}


Before
~ just back from a trip to the garden centre

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After

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God made rainy days so that gardeners can get their housework done but with my wide-brimmed gardening hat on I barely noticed as the rain began to blow through on a breeze. However the gods were rather insistent that I stop by snapping my fork in two which reminded me of another very funny comedy sketch by the Two Ronnies, Four Candles.

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Being a resourceful gardener I put the broken fork handle to good use as a stake to protect a newly planted thyme from Hugo before defying the gods and turning my attention to potting a pretty little Dianthus chinensis in another of my favourite pots from Crail Pottery.

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An instant hit of colour to brighten up the courtyard on a dreary day!

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