This morning my husband opened the front door and I peeked out and caught a quick glimpse of my front garden. I noticed my Hostas were coming in and so were my Yellow Day Lillies! It was only a tiny peek but it made my face glow in a big way! You see, this front garden was my labour of love when I first moved into my home eight years ago. I originally had a tiny builder's garden with a few evergreens which was nothing to really look at especially during the early construction days . One day, I gave a shovel to Gary and marked with spray paint the garden shape I had in my head and told him to dig out all the grass. I never knew until years later that he had quietly decided in his mind while digging out our small lawn against a black spray paint curvy line, that his wife had completely gone mad. He didn't know what I had in mind. But I knew. You see, I had the vision. A vision of a beautiful garden full of colourful lush tropical blooms. Amongst those blooms, I would place a bird house to attract hummingbirds so I could have the honour of seeing them in stationary flight with fluttering wings, which is such a sight to see. I had a vision that I would sit on my patio sipping tea on a hot balmy breezy day and could hear the birds chirping and could see the blooms blooming. I could see it. Today, eight years later, my garden has flourished and has a life on it's own. A life that I could say proudly that I had some part in giving birth to. Now my garden is somewhat of a metaphor for me. You see, I have a vision. After the accident, I was like the builder's garden, not much life and really not much to look at least in my eyes. But I thought of that one day that I would have my life back and that I would be walking again. In a sense I have gone thru many seasons. My time is coming to bloom again and I will see wonderful things transpire. My faith has been restored. I still saw beauty in the garden that was to be so I knew that although this time was not too pretty, that there will be in time, good things that will come out of it.
As far as my walking progress, I am between wheelchair and crutches now. I am able to stand stationary for little bits at a time and then crutch with a limp. My physio is getting more strenuous as Doctor is trying to break the scar tissue on the right foot which is preventing my foot from standing at a full right angle. I'll get there though. I should graduate to one crutch but that will come in time. Slow and steady, slow and steady. As for today, I am happy. Another day has come as I look forward to working out my leg more, crutching like the hunchback of Notre Dame, enjoying some tea and cookies and catching up on my favorite TV shows which involves a of plethora of decor and reno shows currently!
You see, my vision is there, without it, I have no hope. The beauty was always there, I just had to dig deep.
