When I last saw my Doctor on Wednesday we chatted at length about the time it is taking me to recover from my latest bout of depression. I suppose like all things, it gets harder as you get older.
She reassured me that I am heading in the right direction, albeit at snail’s pace, but that during my recovery phase I can expect to have good days and bad days. I have to learn to accept the bad days and be kind to myself and I also need to recognise good days and not do too much. I have been waiting for a good day and today has been one of the best for a number of weeks. Of course it is all relative and I need to remember that I am not recovered, I am just not as despairing and hopeless as I have been. But it feels good.
I have achieved more today than I have for a long time but made sure that I had plenty of rest as well in between short bouts of activity.
I managed to pot up my seedlings. Sitting in the lovely warm sunshine with a barrow full of compost in front of me, I was quite content.
I did a tour of my garden taking note of all the new growth bursting forth at last. Here are some of my favourite bits.
- Apple blossom
- Apple blossom
- Chives coming into flower
- Variegated lemon balm
- Bluebells
- Grape vine in Spring
- Bleeding Heart
- Bleeding heart
- Pinks
- Strawberries for Wimbledon
- Rhubarb, rhubarb
- Teasel corner for the finches