as I sit in the garden, overlooking the beautiful sanctuary that it is, I’ve been thinking of my privilege…
I have a safe home, food to eat, and a glorious space to enjoy every day…
this is due in large part to my beloved… he worked for years to make our home comfortable and to put money aside for our retirement… and he never got to see that…
all that allows me to stay home and enjoy life is due to his work, and yes, his death, which has paved the way for my time sitting in the garden…
he worked hard to make it a sanctuary for us and I often think of him mowing the grass or pulling weeds… or cleaning the garage, lol…
I’ve been checking around for purple butterfly bush with no success… last year I was able to get some from a local nursery, but they haven’t been able to acquire any this season…
eventually I found some online at Home Depot, so I ordered them… wasn’t sure what I would get, but was hopeful…
Friday, two boxes were delivered and the plants looked good…
I decided to keep them in the house until later in the day, when I put them in a shady spot to get used to being outside…
very happy with the purchase… hoping they enjoy their new homes in the garden…
I had made breakfast and brought it out to the back deck to enjoy…
I realized that a plant pot next to the waterfall needed to be turned so that more sunlight would encourage the dahlia to grow…
I stood on one of the blocks surrounding the waterfall area and a stone and started to turn the pot…
and I fell backwards into the top portion of the pond… in an effort to save myself, I grabbed the waterfall rock… it broke off in my hands and I ended up sitting in the water…
as you can imagine, I was rather shocked… I quickly removed my phone from my back pocket and put it on the stone surround as I tried to figure out how to get out…
there was blood on my hands and when I lifted my right foot there was blood on my toes as well…
after I removed my flip flops, I was able to slowly and carefully get out…
I went into the house, took off the wet clothes and sat down for a few minutes… eventually I called and spoke with my daughter and settled down, lol…
after a shower to get rid of the pond smell I sat in the garden and texted with a friend about what I needed to do for my hands and foot…
polysporin for my hands, soaking and more polysporin for my foot and quiet time for the rest of the day, trying not to use my hands too much or get them dirty…
over twenty-five years with ponds in the garden and this was the first time I fell in…
