It is raining. The golf is on, and I sincerely hope they have waterproof jackets. Trousers. Boots. Hats. I went out to investigate the state of the water butt (full - it must have been raining a while) and was soaked, even though I had an umbrella. But oh, how we need it around here. The trouble is that the ground is so hard that it doesn't absorb the water - it bounces right off and away it runs.
Except here in my garden, where the soil is now very used to bath water, of course. I need more water butts to store all this excess water. Maybe a dam. I have even put up a couple of those flower umbrellas over some of the petunias - remember when I got them in Switzerland? There is no wind at the moment, so maybe they will stay in place and not take off for foreign parts. Petunias do not do well when drenched.
It is now 28 hours since I started writing this. I have no idea why I didn't finish it and post it yesterday. I seem to have run out of oomph. Or inspiration. You know, I read this quote this morning...." To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow" - Audrey Hepburn. A lady with absolute class. And she spoke with absolute insight too. I think she knew this from experience. To plant a garden IS to believe in tomorrow, and all tomorrow brings. I see that as hope, trust, faith, optimism, anticipation and with delight. All good stuff. It really is so therapeutic, to garden. However, when it rains stair rods as it has been on and off all day, optimisim is sorely challenged.
However, I have learned that no matter how battered and bashed and blown over it gets, whether there are broken plants or dead flowers, it always always regenerates itself. Hope lives.
And as I write this, Darren Clarke is being presented with the claret cup after winning the Open (golf). He too has been battered and bashed by events in his life over the past few years, and as he said, with a grin, a minute ago, he is fine - things are fine, and they are. He has survived, and he said too that everyone has dreadful things happen to them, and they have to get through those dark times. He is on a high right now. A dream fulfilled. It took a while, but he got there.
The dream survived those dreadful days. And triumphed. And I could not be more delighted for him. Good things have happened for him. Bad things too. But even though the bad things nearly destroyed him, here he is - so so happy.
Believing in tomorrow....... how can we not?