Early in the summer mornings there is nothing I like better than to wander around the garden. Wearing my dressing gown, mug of coffee in hand, peeking into all of the flower beds to see what flowers have opened up. One morning I was admiring the blossom when H came out to say goodbye, he was off to hike down the high hill where we live to the valley below. He was spending the day carrying out his voluntary duties at our local Citizens Advice Bureau.
Rucksack on his back off he went with a cheery wave, whilst I continued poking around in the garden.
When I went to open the back door to the house I discovered that H had locked it forgetting that I was outside. Both of our side gates to the property were also padlocked with the keys indoors. I started panicking, thinking ‘how can I gain entry to the house’. My neighbours' properties are too far away from us to call, and the one who has a key lives a journey along the road. I was in my nightclothes and could not scale the high gates anyway. I parked myself on a seat in the garden and wondered what I was going to do with myself for a whole day.
Clematis Armandii in our garden
The garage was in need a good clean so that is what I set about doing. I was without refreshments all day, but was rewarded by a job accomplished which I had been neglectful of doing.
A seat to while away my captivity.
Eventually, during the late afternoon, with the garage looking spic and span, I was sitting relaxing in our garden, I became aware of a shadow passing the window in the kitchen. It was H home and looking for me. He went from the kitchen to the conservatory where he suddenly spotted me, and waved a happy salute. He didn’t seem to realise that I was still in my nightclothes, and looking rather dishevelled from cleaning the garage.
He came wandering out in to the sunshine, handed me a cup of tea, sat down and started chatting. I certainly needed that tea!!!
Double cherry blossom in our garden
Make the most of each day, or put more beautifully by Maya Angelou “This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before”.
I was reminded of this occasion in the garden a few days ago by my lovely blogging friend Kate when I read her post on “Locked In”.