Back when I was that other guy, the one that drank, I didn’t get gardening at all. I thought the whole bloody thing pointless. I’d mow the lawn it would grow back again. I planted a plant, it died, or it just go so big it was ridiculous and the weeds! They grew wherever they wanted often where my flipping plants didn’t.
I think the fact now that I don’t mind to “potter” in the garden is sign of my growth as a person as well. I realise to keep something of value takes effort, you have to nurture it. If you don’t it goes wild, or dies, or gets ousted by a weed.
I wander around now snipping a few bits off various plants here and there. I water here and there. I put some feed down. I hoe the weeds away and pick out bigger ones.
Just like recovery. I can’t just go – don’t that it’ll be ok. I have to look for weeds and root them out hopefully whilst still small and not causing a problem. I have to feed and water it to make it continue to be healthy and not wilt or get sick. I have to snip bits off if it is getting to big in some area to keep it manageable and keep it in the space it needs to be in.
Here are some pics I took in my garden today. Especially happy with the fuchsia which we bought some years ago but it was in shade, dwarfed and bullied by a large tree/bush thing and a hydrangea that stole all the water in that bit of the garden. So I moved it last summer and frankly given it was little more than a root ball and a stick at the time expected it to die… look at it now. Little bit a nurturing and care and tendering and love can revive anything it seems. If your recovery is like my fuchsia was think about moving it into the sun and giving it a bit of a feed and water and making sure the weeds around it are kept well out of the way.