Nurturing a garden teaches me patience and resilience. Last week, on two consecutive days, the garden at the side of my house was flooded with sewerage from a blocked drain in the property next door. On each occasion, a plumber unblocked the drain and the water authorities came and hosed down, cleaned up and disinfected the area. I haven't ventured near the area since then.
Now, a couple of days later, I have seen the outcome. The grass is flattened and probably dead, the area is slightly smelly (that industrial-strength disinfectant sure is powerful) and the clay area under the clothes line is a bare hollow. Quite uninspiring, really.
I know, though, that this will pass. Once the area dries out completely, I will clean out the dead vegetation and replant. Perhaps I will lay a few paving stones under the clothesline to provide a dry, solid area on which to stand after rainy periods. I will rearrange the pot plants and prune the passion fruit vine. The bareness will pass in time and soon my side garden will rejuvenate.
The power of patience and resilience cannot be underestimated.