Grateful I Am

The weather last weekend was cold and wet and it has continued through Monday and Tuesday. I have had the open fire going in the evenings to warm the lougeroom and lift the spirits of the those nearby, which it has done well through this difficult and testing winter of 2018, a long, cold and windy one, which will be remembered for Lib's breast cancer and the accompanying disruption of normal life.

Actually I didn't light the fire last night. Lib is in hospital being treated with antibiotic drip for a chest infection which flared up on the weekend and resulted in a fever Monday night. We had been advised by the oncologist before the chemo began that risk of infection was greater because the chemo messes with the immune system. If a fever came with temperature at a certain level we were advised to go to outpatients at the hospital pronto. This we did yesterday morning. I left Lib about midday after they had taken blood samples for tests and she was having the drip administered, and went to the farm to do some picking. Lib rang me on my mobile saying she was being admitted so I went back after I knocked off with a book I bought at the newsagent. She was OK but a bit tired of the whole business. She was very hungry and as she hadn't eaten all day, and she had a craving for McDonalds and sent me off to get some which I smuggled back in. They'd brought her dinner when I got back but she had only picked at it. She has been like this on the chemo, wanting various foods almost like a craving, but then not able to eat much when it comes.

By the time I got home it was 7pm and the fire not set as we'd left early so it was not worth mucking about with a fire just for me and Gord, especially as we weren't going to be sitting in the lounge much. So that was I think the third time only since early May that we have not lit the fire. I have gone through a power of firewood and I can't believe my luck that at the start of winter I had more good dry firewood under cover than I have ever had. It was the generosity of three good friends that made this so and I'm so grateful to them.

My friend Marghuerita, where I grow broad beans, garlic, pumpkins and a few flowers and pick some foliage, was having a clean up round her house and offered me some old sawn timber that was in her way, so each time I went out there last summer and autumn I'd take a little chainsaw and stick some in the van to take home. Then she was getting rid of her old delapidated cattle yards and there was some good firewood in the rails and posts. She nagged me to take more all the time and it was a bit of a nuisance but boy was I glad I did.

My friends Pat and Mal moved from Gembrook about a year ago and bought a couple of acres at Narrewarren Nth. The garden was a bit overgrown and they set too cutting stuff out. They had no need of the firewood having gas heating so they offered the wood to me. Gord and I called in a number of times with the trailer and picked up there when we did our little shopping excursions to Fountain Gate. It has been so helpful, and there was even good kindling from old cedar boards from an old shed they demolished.

My friend Sue Jarvis in Gembrook has a wonderful garden, a veritable arboretum, where I pick foilage useful to me, and in return Gord helps her a couple of hours a week most weeks weeding or mulching. He's on my employ for this work but helps Sue, and as the winter approached and there was not much for me to pick Sue offered me the wood that had been lying here and there, and old poles she had used as edging but no longer wanted, all good dry firewood. So it was easy to get and already cut into manageable pieces or lengths. I will actually have wood left over when it eventually warms up. And Gord has kept helping Sue through the winter. Good all round.

So I have been  lucky that in our focus on Lib's operation and chemo, I've had no worry of a shortage of firewood. I am grateful to my wonderful friends.

I'm grateful for many things. My friend Maria has made cakes for me to take to Lib, Lib's friends and workmates have been wonderful with gifts, offers of help and visits, and all the words of encouragement and prayers have been hugely appreciated by us.

On the weekend in all that foul weather, both days, I went outside with a wheelbarrow full of trees and shrubs and planted them in strategic places. Most of these plants I have raised from cutting or seed, they all have special meaning to me. I have planted quite a bit at the farm too lately. It's a joyous thing for me to plant trees. I am grateful to God or the Universe, or however it has come to be, that I have been granted custodianship of a small part of Earth, while I'm fit and able to do my bit for it. I'm constantly delighted by the beauty in my garden and at the farm, weeds and work not done and all, and the wonderful birdlife that abounds. And driving around this beautiful district and visiting other gardens and admiring the trees gives me big reason to be grateful.