My Garden

What's my garden for

Last post 19-07-2009 5:37 PM by patiopal. 46 replies.

• 23/03/2009 09:26 PM

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  geoff51 Location: Totton, Hampshire Joined on: 13 Feb 2009 Posts: 67

  Reply | Contact Having moved out of the city centre 10 years ago to a larger garden in a slightly more rural setting(5 mins from the New Forest) my garden is a place to enjoy the peace an quiet and fresh air and contemplate the beauty of my hard work on a warm summer evening and enjoying the wildlife my pond attracts, birds bathing in the waterfall area, squirrels in the oak trees etc. Why is it then that on these wonderful evenings half the neighbourhood choose to fire up stinking chimenas and barbeques so we have to go indoors and shut the windows, these are the same people that would moan if you had a bonfire but expect you to put up with the smell of burnt burgers and half cooked chicken! You can guarantee the wind blows it in your direction, why dont they cook food inside and eat it outside? and then we can stay and ENJOY our garden Geoff51 Pond life!?!

• 19/07/2009 05:37 PM

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  patiopal Location: My Garden forums Joined on: 11 Feb 2009 Posts: 72

  Reply | Contact rehoused due to very poor health and disability, with a twin with PD and self with a neurodegen prob too, I have a small yard in the true sense, all concrete, and out the front is a communal garden for three disabled people. The small 'unit' i have was deemed unsuitable by the area OT, but now that i am in, they think i should make a go of it. If i finally end in a wheelchair, i am already in a scooter, it will be unsuitable. BUT, 'what are gardens for?" My small yard WILL be a garden, a haven of peace and tranquillity, for twin and i to chat in and watch things really happen, little things. I wake thinking 'garden', thinking green, eco, water, plants, birds, bees, seeds, and such. You can, and i am be wracked in pain and feel all sort of sorry for yourself, thats allowed when you are woeful, but I look out the winda and see, Bud, yes Buddha in the corner of the raised bed laughing his head off! thats a good start indeed! My chis race out the door onto the front lawn, all dewy with night drops and i can walk with toes and jammies, not on a litter filled street with beer cans and legs of chicken and full loaves of bread chucked out for the pigeons. Tis all quiet here now, my latest bunch of sunflowers given will now be suspended upside down to produce seeds for next year. the chis are asleep, the sun is shining on a scraggy fushia, Bud has a ray of sun on his cheek and i am off to a friend for supper! Garden, my garden, thats what my garden is for.