Resting

In the garden, at home.



Ever heard of Relapsing Polychondritis? No, nor had I, although I think it's a term I may be getting used to. I need to find ways to keep this thing at bay, so that I don't need to have drugs as part of my life. Serious immune supressing drugs. My diet is rigorous, I have cut it way back, being stress free is not just a priortiy it will need to become how I live. Accepting what is and being grateful. This is also something I am learning. I seem to live best in the garden. There is space to breath and space to recooperate and space just to be myself (foregt self?). A space for everyone, none of us need crowd each other in. For this I am down-on-my knees-grateful. That I have this space. I lie in bed and as I breathe in I see that green, that spring green aliveness washing through me with each breathe. It has become how I fall asleep. During the days I am there in body and at night in my dreams I wander there also.



And so my family spend their time here too.







Garden camping again







Felix finds a new freind, Douglas the Catterpiller and builds him a home.





PJ garden time again







The Play Tree gets more work - see the beginnings of a platform?



I love being in the tiny greenhouse (my dh made it from scraps). The magical alchemy of seed to shoot. This girl is always by my side. I think she loves being outdoors as much as I, as soon as she is down stairs in the morning she rushes to her outdoor suit and tugs it motioning with her hand and saying 'dig-dig-dig!'. She likes to dig. She really likes to dig.







And this is how our days pass...