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 a Believer and 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 of truly honest community parenting. I'm also the wife of a busy active shift worker, Andy. I'm passionate about Horticultural Therapy and Forest School for all, hoping to see many forms of outdoor therapy and learning increasingly accessible for everyone in the future. I spend my spare time (what spare time?) doing voluntary School Gardening at my sons ordinary local mainstream school. We're currently attempting to create a Sensory Garden on a shoe string. 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 currently completing my training as a Lead Forest School Practitioner and balancing parenting my two kids alongside some outdoor therapy work in a local referral unit (or sorts). 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.