I’m so grateful for a few hours snatched in our garden with this little one today. On the darker days it’s harder to motivate myself to leave the disaster zone of our house, the messy floors and stacked dishes to go outside. Then this one walks to the door with her shoes in her hand and shouts at me until I let her out. My mum tells me that her mother was renowned for this combination of messy home but loved garden and I’m happy for my girl and I to inherit this nature. I’m so grateful for this girl dragging me out here, the air, the creative process of transforming our precious but messy land into a soul enriching space for our family. Out here the mess of borders and weeds aren’t a ‘to do list’; they’re a therapy which lifts my mood and gives my soul a deep, slow breath of fresh air. The rest of the world feels miles away despite the sound of traffic over the fence in our busy suburbia.
Published by WildCityMum
I am, primarily a Christian. I am also the mum of our wonderfully creative and dynamic (highly functioning) but beautifully autistic school aged boy Levi and our crazy extroverted people person toddler Elsie. I'm a keen advocate about truly honest community parenting. I'm truly passionate about Horticultural Therapy, hoping to see it prescribed by the NHS increasingly in the coming years. I spend my spare time (what spare time?) doing voluntary School Gardening at my sons mainstream school down the road. I'm completing my training this year as a Lead Forest School Practitioner with FSE. I'm the wife to a busy active shift worker, Andy. I do a bit of craft (not as well as I'd like) including some crochet which people have started paying me for (much to my surprise)! I'm keen to share conversations with you all on all of these things, and more. Join me on the journey as I dare greatly.