Gardening professionally by day and returning home to a stormy home did not do much for my enthusiasm for our garden. Throw in a frozen shoulder, and then another and it became overgrown, not romantically but embarrassingly overgrown. People started to say ‘cobbler’s children’ (how rude). I felt like I’d lost an important part of me.
Fast forward to now. Wow, life is so SO MUCH BETTER. Home life is calmer and less emotionally demanding and we have actual FUN together. My shoulders work again and I’ve found a different professional path which has brought so many new opportunities and friendships.
The garden is slowly coming back to life and so am I. I thought I’d share a few pictures. It’s not perfect but it’s good enough and improving.
I totally get what you said about so called “professionals” in the NHS. We recently “sacked” the joke of a psychotherapist at CAMHS. It felt good to have some power in our hands!