You can never have enough...

[Oh_hunnihunni]

A garden is such a blessing. Aside from the obvious benefits of food and beauty, mine also saves me the trouble of slaughtering passers by. My grandmother taught me as a child that there was an earth magic in the dirt, that only worked to heal bad thoughts, cross tempers, and sad hearts if we plunged our hands into it.

This past week I had an unfortunate encounter with one of my neighbours who is slipping into dementia. She has lost her social filters and is becoming aggressive, and on this occasion interrupted a private conversation and became quite unpleasant and disrespectful. I walked away, but could not rid myself of the anger I felt, until it kind of seeped away as I watered the mirabilis last night in the gloaming. Their perfume, and my delight at finding a pure white one among the many colours was a lovely counterfoil to my grumpiness.

Now, if only that inner peace lasts for a while, because I suspect I'm going to need it for a while yet!