We have learned the technique of taking a moment on the threshold to our garden. Rather than just moving into it and getting stuck in to whatever task needs completing. We stop at the five bar garden gate, rest on it with a flask of tea and just take a moment looking at, and then listening to, the garden.
We saw shrubs and roses budding up in the unusual mild weather. We saw spring bulbs bursting through the soil, eager to seek out the sun. We saw the small birds returning to the sunflower heart feeder. We heard the birdsong – not yet experienced enough to identify the many songs – We heard the nearby by trees rustling as the wind begins to get up ahead of a forecast storm. We see the colours of flowers, no longer hidden under fallen leaves, but standing proud in the dull, wet day.
We spent some time there, looking, listening and for a moment, just focusing on breathing the fresh air of outdoors. Talking through each aspect with our son, sat alongside me in his wheelchair and for a moment, his terrors forgotten, he questioned me about the flowers, the grass, the birds.
This moment was interrupted by a neighbour who shouted across, “… your getting wet out there …” “No” we replied, “we are standing in the rain, looking for rainbows” 🙂