Our Ramadan still pause has happened. We’re bang in the middle of some long days fasting and some sweet nights in the garden, catching our breath, exhaling, readying for another day of withholding. I’m blinkered right now; I keep my head down and plough on, and somewhere along the way I get to the other side. It’s a doozy. But having a green space to watch things grow, to sit and think and breath the cool night air is a real blessing. Those spring days of fevered working in the garden have paid off. The boys keep saying ‘thank you for making the garden so nice, Mum’. They’re good kids. And they love eating ice cream by a fire that’s for sure!
Sometimes, knowing where you want to be and what you want, makes the work obvious. And when you finally get to smell the roses (or the jasmine as the case may be), its just that little bit sweeter.