My Place Of Refuge and Refreshing

We have had some rain so all smells fresh.

 

I have wondered what they will do with these washed away gabions.

So far they have just left them as they are.

I see how the vegetation is just growing where it can.

The water at this point sounds particularly lovely

as it spills over the rocks and stones in its way.

I love to pause here and soak in the sound every time I come.

I took the canal walk yesterday.

I love the sound of the river below and the trickle of the canal in the foreground.

I don't often walk to the waterfall.

Yesterday I did.

I enjoyed this boiling point.

Mesmerising, soothing to watch and listen to.

 

I always come away from the Botanic Garden rejuvenated and renewed.

It has been a place of comfort, quiet and relative safety

for the past about twenty five life-filled years.

I know if I carve out two hours from the time I leave home

until the time I get back home, I will be a refreshed woman.

 

I often do necessary shopping on my way home.

Yesterday I decided to go to the hospital and visit Vi.

I found agitated and concerned Glenn and Brenda,

stupored, limp and wan Vi,

and John being a gentle support in the background.

 

The doctor who saw her in the morning ordered a drip.

Within five minutes of the drip flowing in, Vi began reviving,

her colour improved, and her eyes opened more.

 

By the time I left to attend to Doctor (gardener) and lunch

she was on the mend.

 

I saw a client in the afternoon so

visited again in the evening.

And she was back to herself.