Devon gardens
I have just had a week out of time, a week to wander gardens in great company, a week of sunshine and flowers by the ton. My head is still spinning with colour and light and fizzing ideas. Way back in February when I planned a visit to some gardens in Devon the idea seemed like a lifeline. Life was hard, my brother was in hospital, we were all adjusting to having my father in law to live with us and I was buffetted by how much I wanted to be able to put things right and how little I could do. As I sat at Karen 's table on a wet and blustery winter day I felt stretched out thin like an old handkerchief, pale and see through and just as likely to tear. On a July morning as I left home in the sunshine life had moved on. We adjust, we human beings, we get used to things, even difficult things. Now it felt not like a necessity but like an indulgence to drive away and leave Ian looking after domestic life and his father. I was travelling with Karen and ...