The last two months have been very busy for me. It is a hard and difficult fight that I have become involved in and I find myself becoming short tempered and abrupt the longer my thoughts and time are devoted to the cause. The biggest trouble is that I must spend time on the telephone, attending meetings and writing letters. This upheaval to my life and Kees's has dragged us out of the gardens and therein lies the rub.
I have written before of the gardens as my friend, the panacea that gives me serenity and calmness during a time of difficulty. When the children were teenagers and different attitudes on their behaviour caused trouble, I have rushed outside into the garden after these arguments, grumbled at the flowers, done a good hour of weeding and absorbed within me the beauty and simplicity and calmness of my garden. My tautness vanished and reasonableness returned and, sometimes, even my sense of humour. Gardening is my medicine, so much better than taking pills, and I recommend it to you, my readers. When hard times come, get your hands stuck into the dirt [not your minds!] and if you only have a few pot plants, wash their leaves or repot them. I promise you, you will feel better. I realised today that this change in my heart, the alteration of mood is caused by a lucky break. Three open garden days have and will help the old
Gay return to normality. We opened the garden gate two weekends ago, one is tomorrow [in the town garden] and the third is in the country garden next weekend. I am forced to leave behind, for a while, my computer, the telephone and the planning that have been constant in my one tracked thought that has involved me during the last weeks. I must walk with our visitors through the gardens and chat about the plants and trees. Then relief surges through me and I find a smile on my lips. Why, I nearly missed our beautiful Spring season! It is truly good this year and we are so lucky. Many parts of Australia are having the worse drought recorded and the only state in Australia to have above average September rain is Tasmania. A first smile appeared when I received this E-mail in Suite 101.com mail:
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