I’ve been thinking about the fragility of life a lot lately……being diagnosed with cancer for a second time tends to have that affect! It has also made me reflective. Yes, I know ‘staying in the moment’ and being mindful is the road to a life of peace and calm, blah blah! Yes, I know this flies in the face of my philosophy proclaimed in my earlier posts, but hey if ever there was a time for my emotional equilibrium to swing like a pendulum, this is probably it. At the moment I am so far away from ‘the moment’ I am back in circa 1979. But if a little reminiscing makes me feel better at the moment, then that’s what I am going to do!
When I was child I used to look out my bedroom window at my neighbour Maggie’s back garden which was home to (what seemed to me at the time), one hundred cherry blossom trees. Those delicate, tiny dancers in pink tulle would blossom every spring creating an umbrella of silk over her garden. I thought they were they most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And I think I loved them all the more because they didn’t stay long. They didn’t give me long enough to get bored of them. As a ten year old I’d wish we had a garden like Maggie’s instead of the scraggy patch of green with room only for a clothes line, vegetable patch and rabbit hutch. I should point out that I lived in a council house and not a spacious bungalow like my neighbour. I swore then to myself that when I grew up I’d have a garden full of Cherry Blossom just like Maggie’s.
We can never know the impact we have on people or why? Maggie will never know how much I loved her garden and my memories of childhood are not so much rose tinted as cherry blossom tinted.
And no, I still don’t have a garden full of cherry blossom.
But I’m working on it!