Wild Garlic, Living Life & New Beginnings
Caber and I have been making the best of the lovely spring weather we’ve been having this week. And as a result, we’ve been jumping in the van at every opportunity and having some lovely woodland and beach walks. And of course, as always, keeping a keen eye on all the new plants that are springing to life and are forageable!
Subsequently, whilst on one of our walks, I came across a large crop of wild garlic. Which is something I wouldn’t normally expect to see until next month. But really it wasn’t all that surprising, as our mild winter has brought spring forward a fair bit in our neck of the woods.
Of course, it would have been remiss of me not to stop and gather some. And, later on, that evening, I made a batch of delicious wild garlic pesto. And oh boy….it’s garlicky!
Message from Home
Later in the week, as Caber and I were casually meandering along on one of our walks. I received a message from my dad to let me know that my mum had taken ill and was in hospital. Unfortunately, my mum has Alzheimer’s and dementia and is in a nursing home, and as such, is prone to any illness that might be making its way around the place.
Since moving into the home her quality of life has definitely improved, and despite her mental deterioration, she’s generally in good spirits. In fact, I would go so far as to say she’s in far better humour than she had been for a good few years. All things considered, mum’s quality of life had improved and she was in the best possible place to be taken care of.
But it still came as a surprise to get this call and to be told that she wasn’t doing well at all. Meanwhile, fast forward a couple of hours and the hospital consultant has informed us that the best thing to do was to gather the family together.
Of course, this well-meaning advice was offered as there was a 50-50 chance on which way her health could go. Consequently, the consultant didn’t want anyone to have any regrets, should they not have the opportunity to say their goodbyes.
A Matter of Life or Death
The thing is though, my mum’s a fighter, and even in her fragile mental state she would fight her own shadow if it was a matter of life or death. Indeed, on visiting her in the hospital the first thing out her mouth was “I’m not going to die, I don’t want to die” quickly followed up by “am I dying”?
And for a moment….a very brief moment, I thought her Alzheimer’s had disappeared. She was so compos mentis I truly believed that her mind had magically snapped back into place! Of course it hadn’t, but I did see it as a sign that she was fighting her illness on some unconscious level. Somewhere, in her broken mind she had an inkling that this was serious.
Although she’s not out of the woods yet, she certainly seems to have broken the back of the virus that the doctor thought might end her life. And slowly life, on the surface, has returned to some semblance of normal. The thing is though, life hasn’t been normal since mum got this horrible illness, but it is what it is. You get on with “it”, ever mindful that things are never going to be ‘normal’ from now on.
As a result, the whole family has learned to adapt, and to adjust our life to accommodate the disease. And to be there, every step of the way, not only for our mum, but more importantly, for our dad. Because his life, as he knew it, came to a crushing halt the day mum went into the home.
Return to Normal…
I’ve written more than I intended on this subject today. Suffice to say, I didn’t write my normal post. Because, frankly, family comes first, and I needed to be there for my mum and my dad. So, apologies for that and things will return to normal next week.
In the meantime, I hope you’re having a lovely weekend and have managed to fit a forage into your activities. After all, the weather has been pretty spectacular this weekend, and it’s a great excuse to get outdoors. Let me know what you’ve been up to in the comments section below. And if you don’t want to miss a post don’t forget to subscribe!
Until the next time, take care..