Gardening therapy

I enjoy gardening, or rather I should say “pottering about”, for what I lack in knowledge or skill, I make up for with great enthusiasm. I find it highly therapeutic being out in the garden and can lose track of time quite quickly. My husband is building me raised flower beds so that I can easily reach, whether standing or sitting in a wheelchair. We not only measured the height, but also the depth so that each flower bed is no deeper than the length of my arm. I get a great deal of pleasure from being in the garden, and although I don’t have a particularly green thumb, by sticking to plants and flowers of a hardy variety, they should manage to survive my inexpert “care”! If you don’t have a garden, with a little forethought and ingenuity you can turn a courtyard, balcony or even a window-sill into a miniature garden, bringing the outdoors inside. I'm not saying gardening is therapeutic for everyone, for some may see it as a tiresome chore they dislike intensely.  Just thinking of planning what I want to plant and being taken to the nursery to purchase the plants will be a lovely project I look forward to. And on the rainy cold days when I'm stuck inside the house, I’ll still be able to look outside and admire my handiwork. A little light gardening doesn't require great dexterity, and is something I can still manage to do. As one’s abilities constantly change when suffering a degenerative disease, finding things to occupy oneself, hobbies or even simple chores become a very important part of one’s day.