Life is not the same when you cannot do what you usually do. I am hobbling around with a broken leg/femur waiting for the day when everything will get better. Everyone tells me it it will eventually. I now resemble my plants, hanging on and waiting for the big revival.
It is all the odds and ends I always dealt with. Everywhere I go I leave a trial. Thie morning I cooked lunch, Mr. Swiss was out doing some shopping. I dropped a garlic clove on the floor and had to think about it before I actually managed to pick it up again, because the floor is at the edge of my operating field. The next thing to fall were some onion skins and a paper handkerchief was floating in a downwards movment. I felt helpless I could not stop it. Mr. Swiss arrived home and cleared up the remains.
In the meanwhile, my plants: nothing special in January. The amaryllis flowers were no more, their leaves beginning to take over. I should also give the orchids some water. It is amazing how a small interruption into daily life alters everything. It is usually just part of my life, but now it has to be organised. Mr. Swiss is not really an indoor gardener, he just likes a bit of green in the apartment and so I now have to give him instructions of what to water and when and how.
I have plants which are putting a brave face on it, as I am with my movement problems. The Christmas cactus even produced a few flowers and is expanding. No signs of death by drought up to now. Even the last year’s poinsettia is growing, reaching for new heights. And I look on and hope for survival.
You begin to rethink your situation. Are these things so important? The table top with a nice neat display, the plants with their organised good looks. After a midday sleep making the bed up again so that it is neat and tidy, and the bathroom with marks on the side of the bowl that you usually clean away as soon as they appear. Eventually you don’t see these things any more, because important is how you feel and whether life is getting better.
Or as Gilbert Becaud says L’important c’est la rose (The rose is important).