The past week or so has seen me messing about in ponds every day, which is odd, as I don’t have a pond. My son, however, does and, like the rest of his garden, that has been largely my domain for the past eight years, ever since he bought the house. At that time, we gutted the place, inside and out, turning a bland and boring bungalow with a tired, mildewed garden into a bachelor pad to be proud of…and one that worked with my son’s physical challenges to allow him to live as independently as possible.
Back then, the brain injury was a recent thing; the resulting physical problems were still both raw and acute… and yet to be overcome. His focus at that time was still firmly on attaining a complete recovery, whatever the official prognosis had to say, and for several years, Nick’s home was no more than a place to live while he fought his way back to his previously ‘normality’. His idea was to get fit, learn to walk again unaided, regain total independence… then sell up and go travelling. Proud as he was of his finished home and garden, it was only a stopping point in his journey.
But things change. Through sheer bloody-minded determination, he recovered to a point that far exceeded medical expectations. Little by little, though, he came to accept that he would never recover to the point he had hoped for; the desired ‘normality’ was a thing of the past… he would never walk unaided again, his eyes and balance would never recover, his body would never learn to obey him fully again.
He spent a year meditating and coming to terms with that… and decided to try travelling regardless, achieving magnificently impossible things. Then he began to take a new look at his home. It was no longer just a halt along the way, but a place he could really learn to live in. Not just on a practical level, but on a deeper level too.
In the early days, his involvement with the design had, of necessity, been superficial. As a consequence, the place did not feel like ‘his’ home. About that time, the wetroom, a little tired after the usage of the early years, fortuitously sprang a major leak that turned the floorboard to sponge. The whole thing had to be redone from scratch and being involved in the renewal process, Nick began to get a sense of home.
So, room by room, we reorganised. The interior looked great by the time we had finished and had a more personal feel. He got workmen in to fix some problems in his garden, and that too began to feel more like his own. For a while, that was okay…then disaster struck. Between one oversight by the original builders and the incompetence of the more recent workmen, the level-access, decked garden, designed around his needs, began to rot. Once my foot had gone through the deck, it was obvious his wheelchair would no longer be safe on the wood. It would have to be redone.
At the same time, the kitchen cupboard fell off the wall while he was in the living room, scaring him half to death. The insurance assessors discovered that a small, persistent leak had rotted all the structural joists. Walls would have to come down and the kitchen…and newly re-instated bathroom wall, would have to come out to be rebuilt. There is currently a large hole where the kitchen cupboard used to be and we await the demolition squad. With both bathroom and kitchen due to be out of action for weeks, this is going to be fun… but at least it will feel like ‘his’ home when they are done. Sometimes, you have to be really careful what you wish for…
Meanwhile, after lengthy talks with a landscape gardener, it was decided that it would cost as much to repair the decking as it would to rip the whole thing out and start again, replacing wood, that would need continual maintenance, with the permanence of stone. These works too are about to begin… so the next month or so are going to be a bit of a nightmare.
One of the things to be done will entail taking out the artificial stream and replacing the old gravity-fed filter with a smaller, more efficient filtration unit for the pond. We also need to improve the water quality and get rid of an algae bloom before the fish are disturbed by the building work. So, last week, I installed the new unit in a temporary placement on the bridge over the pond, to allow it to clear the water and et established before the old one has to come out.
Since then, we have spent all day, every day, in the garden, doing pond stuff, with me flitting from shadow to shadow and avoiding the sun as best I could…and suffering the consequences when I couldn’t. We have cleaned, dredged, treated, emptied and filled… and when we weren’t doing that, we were running between garden centre and aquatics specialists, trying to give his fish the best possible conditions before they are stressed by the work to come.
Nick, perforce, usually takes a supervisory role, seated beside the pond. And, what with all the good weather we have had, has stayed there watching the fish, far more intently than he has ever done before. For me, all the forty or so large fish in that pond have their own identity. I have watched them grow from mere tiddlers, fed, cleaned and nursed them when they have been sick, and I know each of them by their marking and characters.
My son, until just recently, has only known a few of them at such a personal level… the ones that stand out, like Simon, the bubble-blowing ghost koi and his shubunkin sidekick. Or Trooper, the orfe who spent so many months close to death and yet, miraculously, recovered. Happy-fish, wo darts around at top speed…or parks himself unmoving for hours, and ‘exploding-fish’, a dropsical ball of a fish who should, by rights, have been dead years ago…but who seems perfectly happy and healthy apart from his girth.
But, his active involvement in their care has changed all that. He has made a point of learning about water chemistry and parameters. He has picked up on the character traits and behaviours of the fish, been astonished by their size and beauty and amused by their antics and interchanges. Caring for them means he has got to know them all and, in doing so, has come to care about each of them as individuals.
That change in care and attention, going from the responsible care of a fishkeeper who can delegate, to active and personal involvement, has not only changed his perception of the fish and their environment, but of the rest of the garden too. The birds that sing in the trees around him, the hedgehog that has taken up residence in the pile of brush waiting to be disposed of, the kites wheeling constantly overhead and the blue-tits nesting under the eaves… the place has suddenly begun to feel different. The garden is no longer just the outside of a place to live or an area to pass through or sit in, detached from its surroundings. It has come alive and, in spite of the fact that it is all about to change, it now feels like his home.
Up to my sun-scalded elbows in sludge and leech-infested water this week, I have watched as the one missing ingredient was added to the garden. With all the care that has been lavished upon the fish and the new tree that is waiting to be planted, love has come into the garden…and I am watching my son’s relationship with the elements of nature that are in his care bloom and grow. I can cope with the leeches for that.
This is a very hopeful post, Sue. I am sorry that Nick hasn’t manage to achieve as much as he wanted, but he has achieved a lot and it sounds like he has found peace with his life.
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And that is far more important than his earlier goals.
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So true, Sue! Thank you for this also very motivating post. The ghost koi is very special to me. Till now i only have seen the smaller koi’s. Best wishes, Michael
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Apart from the babies, none of the koi in this pond are less than 30cm long 🙂
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Oh, to big for me. You can play shark attack. 🙂 Have a nice day! Michael
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You too Michael 😀
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😀Thank you, Sue!😀
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This is a beautiful post, and a perfect one to read first thing on a Monday morning. How wonderful that your son is finally starting to feel his home really is one. It’s a shame you’ll all – fish included – have to put up with all that construction work, but they say everything happens for a reason, and this seems to be another example of that.
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Yes, nice to realise that even such upheaval can be a silver lining.
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Well I am glad all the work is finally starting Sue, even though upheaval will happen, and even happier with Nick’s new found love of nature!
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It is something that has always been there…but the awareness of it has now come to the surface.
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Wonderful 💜
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What a heart-felt story, and wonderful that your son feels so much more a part of nature and his garden, Sue. All credit to you and him. It’s incredible how some people find that valuable inner resolve to help restore themselves. May it continue and flourish. Hugs x
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I am loving watching him wake up to his world, Joy. X
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So glad to hear of Nick’s new found love of his fish. Mother Nature is a wonderful healer, and I would spend more time outdoors if I could, for that world is always better than the one I inhabit most of the time…
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From the general to the personal makes a huge difference .
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Thanks for sharing, Jaye x
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This is the first post I’ve read this morning (3:30 AM where I live) and I’m deeply touched by your story of renewal and hope. Your son has overcome so much and now grasps how much he has to look forward to despite the limitations he faces. I’m glad for both of you that this incredible garden brings you joy, especially the fish. Who would think that fish could have such personality? I hope all the rebuilding goes quickly and that the result allows you and Nick to bask in the beauty you’ve created.
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Fish have very distinct characters when you get to know them. That was a real revelation to me 🙂
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A lovely post, Sue. The building work ahead sounds horrendous but what a bonus for Nick to feel he is home and can take such pleasure in his fish and all the other wiildlife in his garden.
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The work really worries me. It will make so many things impossible for nick that would just be awkward for most of us
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A sad post that still illustrates strength and hope. Beautiful.
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Thank you, Mike. We don’t see these events as sad… just as opportunities.
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An inspiring account of your son’s determination and recovery. We can surprise the medical gurus by sheer determination. You have described a great place with a beautiful garden and the pond sounds just amazing. Hope the repair work on the kitchen and bathroom comes out nicely too.
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Thanks, Sadje. Nick certainly had a few surprises in store for the naysayers 😉
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Way to go!
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The / A natural environment is so good for one’s self and wellbeing. Great to see Red Kite on the doorstep.
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We had a dozen wheeling overhead yesterday 🙂
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Sounds like a lot of work ahead but it will be worth it. Nick has done remarkably well. What a journey it has been.
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We are hoping it will, Darlene…and yes, he’s done amaxingly well 🙂
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A wonderful story. I am very glad to have read this – I remember your comment response to me last week, but this captures a lot of your life story and puts it into a beautiful little package all about a snippet of time. Keeping you in my thoughts!
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Thank you. We have learned a lot from that pond over the years…the fish are great teachers when you pay attention, and Nick as been doing so lately 😉
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Sounds like he’s woken, or better yet, reawoken a deeper part of himself. 😀 … I bet you’re all glowy inside when you think of it. 😀
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I may go a bit mushy sometimes too 😉
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Such a warm and loving post Sue. I’m so glad to hear Nick is coming into his own with all his discoveries. But oh my, what a job you two have on your hands! Don’t forget to take breaths. 🙂 ❤
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I’m not looking forward to the next few weeks at all… but the rsults should be worth it, ❤
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Oh sure the results will be worth it, but hopefully. at no physical cost to you. 🙂 xx
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I doubt there is the slightest chance of that, Debby 😉 xx
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😦 ❤
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This post really touched me, Sue. What an extraordinary man your son must be, and you and extraordinary mom for being such a source of support.
Love the koi photos! We tried to have koi here in our small pond, but it just didn’t work. So we released them in a really sweet location up the road-fresh water flowing through the ponds where they live now.
Peace. 🙏💗🎈
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Thanks, Bela. It has been a revealing journey in many ways.
There are all sorts of fish in that pond, Bela, and they are all thriving 🙂
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Looks like it! 🤗
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The pursuits of Sue and her son Nick in house and garden repair.
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Thanks for sharing, Suzanne x
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Every cloud has a silver lining, as they say. I can understand that Nick did not want to accept that normal was not going to be attainable but what is normal. My normal us not the next person’s.
All we need to be is the best we can. Home and garden are more important than we realize.
It lifts the spirits it make life easier.
I can imagine Nick’s new enthusiasm for his garden and home, what I know of Nick he will embrace all there is of life and nature and he will grow even closer to his fabulous normal. Also a new kitchen and bathroom at once, fills me with horror but it will be worth it.
As for you Sue don’t over due things we all need you too 🌹🌹🌹🌹💜
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You’ve met him, Willow and know what he’s like 🙂 As for me…I’ll do my best, but he can be a slave driver, you know 😀 xx
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Yes I can see that … Bless him 😲🙄
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😉 xx
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I really enjoyed reading this, Sue, and the accompanying photos. What a great deal of work, yet you both seem so determined. I hope Nick takes comfort in knowing that he did his very best. Time to enjoy his home.
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I doubt if he’ll stop trying… but his goals now are less unreachable 🙂
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That is a good thing, because at some point, you need to enjoy what you have.
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Absolutely. Continual striving means you never appreciate achievements.
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