Gardening as Therapy ~ 5th December 2016

A series of really rather unfortunate and pretty horrible stuff happened to me over the summer. 

I am sure I will be able to write about it all in greater detail sometime but now is not that time. 

 

I can confidently write that if I were not a gardener, outside in all weather, connecting with the earth and its various moods, I would not have coped nearly so well. 

The Autumn of 2016 has been so exceptionally gorgeous and it has been a pleasure to be out in it. 

 

The fundamental actions of pruning, digging and turning compost have proved even more invigorating than in previous Autumns. I have survived, physically and mentally, and the leaf colours have been all the sweeter for it. 

There is a school of thought that suggests that maybe I have kept even busier than usual so that I can successfully ignore the events of the summer. On the contrary, I feel that I have been able to work through the happenings in my mind whilst really getting stuck in to a particularly overgrown viburnum (the latest unsuspecting victim of my insatiable pruning) and returning said viburnum to a less congested and aesthetically pleasing state.

There is no photo of the viburnum to hand so here is some scrumptious homemade compost in its place. 

 

I think that I will write about the summer one day but in the meantime I will continued to regain my strength the very best way I know. 

Gardening ~ the only therapy for me.