Sitting in the car on the way back from the hospital yesterevening I remarked to Maureen that the crocuses in the hospital grounds were springing up, a riot of dark blue gainst the dullness of the season and visible in the lamplight.What, you may ask, was I doing at the hospital? Well so far only one other Wizzley writer knows, and she is family. Nine days ago, the day was fine and I was sipping tea before my planned morning at the allotment when Maureen burst into the room nearly in tears, saying "Baby's coming." Our daughter-in law had gone into labour at twenty seven and a half weeks, prematurely and was later to need an emergency caesarean. My third grandchild was on the way, far too early! The day's gardening did not happen. Later that day she delivered a fine, though small son who is now just out of intensive care and into the high dependency unit. But it has been a trying time for all, especially the two parents.
I usually use the car to get to the allotment, but the car is now in demand [we only own one car] as Maureen ferries members of the family to and from the maternity hospital. Yesterday Andrew and I took advantage of the fine weather and went for some digging. But I have had a few knee problems and decided to take a taxi, though we walked back. Happily the knee held up, the treatment had worked. We had a really productive day digging over some beds. Some years ago I told my Irish mother-in-law that Andrew digs like an Irishman, which mean energetically and well, she liked that; but already some work had to be missed out. I had been hoping to repair a roof panel on the greenhouse, but the job required step ladders, which we could not carry with us. I had intended to go to the allotment today [Andrew is at work] but the weather had turned very wet, so I gave it a miss.
Digging with a gammy knee is not ideal, but I had anointed it well with comfrey oil, as recommended by my doctor, and so I was able to work effectively. Together we dug over the ground and created a lovely tilth. I praised Andrew for his work, but he replied that when he worked for the National Trust for Scotland at the prestigious Threave Gardens he worked for an old gardener who would have called his work amateurish, but some old gardeners grow as gnarled in attitudes as ancient trees. The old fellow could make perfect tilth. I am not like him in attitude, I hope, and never want to be. But we were time limited as Andrew had to pick up his daughter [ my first grandchild] from nursery.
I will be carless almost all the time for several more days until my daughter-in-law is fit to drive again. But that's life.
Andrew is not the son whose wife has just given birth,for I have three sons and a daughter.