Not what I imagined…

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Life is like the dice that, falling, still show a different face. So life, though it remains the same, is always presenting different aspects.

– Alexis Sanchez

It’s been a while since I put an effort into adding something new to my blog section. It’s not that I had nothing to write about – in fact, our lives had been very busy, and for all the good reasons! And not just that – when you’re busy working on projects, your head fills with more and more exciting creative ideas, my mind was just about to explode. So much to do, so little time! I’ve even suggested organising a new summer art exhibition.

It took me over a month to complete our lovely bee hotel with upcycled materials donated to the community garden by some truly awesome people – palettes, cable reels and rolls of plastic to make the roof truly watertight, and once we sanded and painted it (with help from local children which made it zillion times cuter!), as soon as the weather warmed up and held above 10 degrees, we placed our bee cocoons out, in the also home made wooden “release box”.

Then, just one week later, on 28th March – the snow fell – a SHOCK! I was so worried about our baby bees – at the same time, these guys survive in the wild with no help from us, humans, at all! I kept reminding myself that.

Indeed, a few weeks later our precious little pollinators hatched, some even in our hands! It was truly magical to watch them being born, looking perfect with their boy moustaches, ready for the job, flying off to work within just seconds of being born. What incredible creatures! Girls appeared a few weeks later, being bigger, more red and fluffy. Eager to see them fill the tubes we prepared for them, it happened some time in May.

Not long after this and me walking to check on the bees, after three years of wait, we received more exciting news. A new spot had opened up, and we have reached the top of the council allotments waiting list. Hurray! But oh dear – this is going to be a lot of work for me, especially as I am now a full time carer of my home schooled child with a disability (phew, sounds scary, but we keep plodding on). Gardening plays a big part in our daily routine and usually helps both of us and our mental wellbeing.

Walking to not one but two gardens, this was lovely but sometimes hard work, as I had to carry heavy stuff from one side of the town to the other. There were many spring jobs to do and I started to fall behind. Our newly taken on allotment was full of unsuitable domestic waste and piles of garden waste that contained invasive Australian flatworm and its eggs. On the other hand, vegetable patches were overgrown with flowers – mostly foxgloves, and we instantly fell in love with the little wildlife pond full of life.
I’ve done crazy amounts of digging and cleaning, stopping only to admire a bee or two flying past. Half fallen apart garden shed could somewhat be propped up, we tidied that up and popped tarpaulin at the raw base so our tools don’t sit on a damp soil.

To help me carry some extra heavy stuff (on top of bottles of drinking water in my backpack), once, just once(!), I chose to borrow a wheelbarrow and use it to get my bag of top soil I left at the community garden, and take the heavy load with two more heavy pots to the allotment on the other side of our town. An easy enough twenty minute trip, right? Just one trip with a wheelbarrow to make my life a little easier…
And then, going down a tilted slope, I lost my balance and… I’ve broken my ankle. I rather not describe the pain I felt.

Ouch!

Please allow me to feel a little sorry for myself, thank you. I am always eager to help and support others. This current situation is (temporarily) awful and at times, truly tough to endure.

I am… stuck, unable to continue with any of the zillions of jobs we had planned. While other gardeners start to enjoy results of their hard work, I feel like we barely started and the hardest thing to accept, for me, is that I cannot rush the healing and if I want to recover from this injury properly, I have to just rest.

Meanwhile I have redirected my creative attention to the “archive” pages that aim to feature the best of my photography through the past eight years – so far I’ve got through the 2017, 2018 and most of 2019. Bearing in mind that I take around 40.000 images per year on average – this is a tedious but enjoyable job. Please – don’t be alarmed! I only upload those I consider worth returning to, those I think people may find interesting… or sometimes, those I am extra proud of regardless of them not being a popular public choice. I am weird that way…

Browse away and (hopefully) enjoy!

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