A Couple Of Angels

We’ve got a very big garden area. It came with the big place we needed to live in when we had four long term foster children, and two of our own, living with us.

In the beginning we kept on top of it. I had romantic ideas of becoming the small-holding, green fingered creature that I had never ever been. And Ineke was very good at just working damn hard.

The latter is still true. But I never became that imaginary small-holder. It wasn’t for lack of trying. We also tried to find other folk locally to use the land. That didn’t happen either, and gradually it all got out of control and became a source of depression. A sign of my own inadequacies.

I’ve managed to get over that crappy notion of myself mostly. I love doing other things, and I work hard at them. But none of that stopped the majority of the garden getting more and more forlorn.

While we’ve been away though, a miracle has occurred, which has brought both a smile to my face and a tear to my eye. A couple of friends we know (A Couple Of Angels), have visited the garden on several occasions and, basically, tidied things up. It has involved an awful lot of hard work on their part, and it is an amazing act of kindness.

You know who you are.

Thank you so much.