Strange days really...

Most of the time I have spent looking after the acres we have (only four) but it takes some care... spent today propagating some plants I will plant out soon as spring is coming... Don was the gardener and he pointed...I planted but now I feel I know what to do with the stuff...some plants look like they propagate easily so just whack them in the ground and weeks later the green shoots appear...I seem to know which ones do what by the look of them...lots of people talk about what you should do and not do and as someone said to me today "we used to look at all your little sticks sticking up all over the place and laugh but months later the sticks had green leaves..."

Also I have made myself spend only 2 hours daily trying to get together the stuff on what was done to Don, and the more I read the sicker I feel...which is why I limit myself and then go for a walk out in the clean sunshine...it feels so dirty and wicked. I have gotten a fair way with it all and am in no doubt that he is was just another of the dreadful toll of so called modern medicine..."no responsibility...no consequences...no caring...and we assume we know all" two of my sisters are nurses so it is not as if I am against the nursing as it should be practised...

(Photo of Don from 1975...we were all young once... those muscles don't come from a gym...they come from digging holes and hard work.)

But what I am daily reading and the notes are a huge pile... is that "assumptions " were made without any care to their foundation...and now no one expects any consequences...there will be consequences...this time at least. I will make sure of that. Don would do the same for me and I know this without question.

(A lovely photo just found of Don taken with Melissa in 1975...he was as lovely on the inside as he was on the outside and I know how lucky I was...)