Sun is shining
Sun is shining, I feel good,
Don’t need the jacket with the hood,
Birds tweeting, seeds are sown,
Peaceful, quiet, all alone,
Watering done, painting pots,
Crazy paving splashed with spots,
Rest a while, stretch my back,
After lifting compost by the sack.
It’s definately plot weather lately, raining in the night and the sun out through the day. Especially when its the weekend or Wednesday (my day off). I’ve invested in myself this year by reducing my working hours down to 4 days a week. I love my Wednesdays, especially at hometime on Tuesday when my feet are throbbing and I’m realising I haven’t done anything from Monday’s ‘to do’ list! It’s that garden centre time of year and we’ve had an influx of locals redescovering us. In 2015 the man who was selling his plants from our site was asked to leave and subsequently bad-mouthed us to all he knew in the area, including the volunteers who use our site. Things were a bit strained for a while. But day after day of being polite and getting on happily with our clients have changed the atmosphere. We are friendly and welcoming. Some of our clients may be socially awkward and stand too close, mostly they say hello. I do love my job, even when the manager asks me what my profit margins are on the latest order (my mental maths is shocking and the calculator always seems to be hiding when I need it). Even when the Southport sky is shooting rain horizontally from grey skies.
A client who I called Grumpy Edna (based on observational evidence rather than stereotyping), was ill a few months ago. Shes 86. Our oldest college student, learning horticulture skills. She had an accidental, poisonous dose of medication to treat her shingles and returned to us with disjointed speech, little memory of peoples names and quite distressed. It wasn’t nice at all, I wanted grumpy edna back. Luckily this week she was more like herself, except mellowed. She was joking with our resident wind-up merchant and gave a quick witty reply reminding him of his lack of hair. We all laughed. It’s such a mix of clients, dementia, learning difficulties, autistic, physical disabilities and mental health support needs all enjoying learning gardening skills, serving the public and helping to run our day care garden centre. The guy who came to service Edna’s wheelchair today said he’d expected she’d be in a care home, comfy chairs in circles watching telly. Edna was wrist deep in soil, potting on semperviviens, telling the others to be careful of their roots and not to get gravel on top of the plants. The gravel still ends up over the plants, the floor, the table and later on we find it in her cardi pockets too (the great escape came to mind). So every day is different, busy and enjoyable. I feel supported, stretched but not stressed and even on the worse days, I know I only have to survive two days then I have one or two off. Magic.
I had a political conversation with one of our clients today. Last week we’d had this little glimmer of hope that we might wake up and the tory government be history. We both remembered the austerity of the 80’s. I recalled my sister’s face at the shoes that Liverpool Corporation provided us with, as Mum was a single parent, while she recalled not having a penny left for herself after paying bills and feeding and clothing her kids. We talk about the sadness, greif and selfishness of this government who have inherited wealth and been taught how to evade paying tax on it all. I’m not skint right now, I’m lucky to be able to save as well as live comfortably (hence me reducing my days) but it could all change so easily, so quickly, so drastically with a job loss, poor health or unlucky circumstances. I daren’t think about it.
I have still been writing small pieces in my garden planner notebook but I haven’t been posting the words for a while. So each time I blog, I’ll include the pieces I wrote in the past plus any poems.
Shed Load of Solace
Solace and respite, rest and regroup. Sound off, tune in, brain fuzz decamp. Dirty hands, busy mind, phone rings again. Think practical solutions, create alternatives, body-busy distraction technique, nuturing plants, no need for talk, listening to friends, to birds, the wind blowing tunes through the trees, the buzz of a lawnmower, the tinkle of a wind chime swaying in the breeze. Life is busy, tricky but not bad.