Den mest rørende historien...

Av og til opplever man noe som når langt inn i hjertet og fester seg der. Jeg fikk mail fra Lynda med bloggen Beautiful Ideas (en utrolig vakker og helt spesiell blogg) som skrev den koseligste mailen om Sanselig sommer. Det alene rørte meg veldig, men historien hun delte med meg, rørte meg enda mer. Hun ga meg lov til å dele den med dere:

My garden is my sanctuary: a place to putter, plant, ponder, relax, reflect, reminisce, read, write, dream - a place where I can just be...Last summer, I didn't get in the garden at all. I was being treated for breast cancer and 'chemo' was brutal. I just didn't have the wherewithal, although my heart was right there in the garden with my flowers. I wondered if they missed me as much as I missed them.

My dear neighbor, Joanne, shares my love of gardening and unabashedly proclaims to the world that she especially loves weeding - can you imagine that?! She assured me early on in my chemotherapy treatments, one day taking my arm in hers, that she would tend to my garden while I could not. She brightly announced that she had even organized an entire tag team of ‘garden gal pals' who would help maintain it all through the summer. I couldn’t find the words to truly tell her what a relief to me that was - my gratitude was so great.

A smiley and enthusiastic group of four, they call themselves the 'Thursday night craft girls'. One of the girls, I'd never even met. Rain or shine, they'd come to my garden, unlatch the gate and let themselves in amongst the blooms, like little sprites, to happily weed and water from June until August. I hardly ever saw them but I always knew when they had been there. Some days, as if by magic, a pretty new annual would appear amongst the perennials along with an inspirational note! What a beautiful thing!

Despite losing a breast, an entire head of thick, lovely locks (which some days I still mourn), along with a little self-esteem, I’d never felt more beautiful - inside and out - than at the moment my lovely neighbor committed her heart and green thumbs, as well as those of her gardening friends, to watch over something that I cared so much about; and at a time when I most needed help and to know someone cared.

Jeg blir rørt til tårer og kjenner at hjertet mitt flommer over av glede av å lese slik. Er ikke det en helt herlig historie?

De vakre bildene er fra Lyndas hage.