The night the earth moved ….

For some reason last friday, I felt very restless, I was also impossibly tired but just could not find it within me to rest, my head spun out of control with thought, all at the speed of a thousand hamster wheels per minute,, And my body crawled with that restlessness, ( no I hadn’t over dosed on coffee) you see that week I had been suffering with an Ear infection, one so painful, I actually consulted the medical professional (I know shocking right ?!!!!) But that was early in the week, And after having a smashing chat, with a equally smashing nurse over the phone) I was prescribed some rather super dooper Antibiotics,

Not just any antibiotics mind, these are of enormous statue and stronger than Popeye,s right arm, ( was Popeye right handed ?hhhh )( tuts I’m wandering again) , my minds none stop, Anyhow to cut a very long story short, Antibiotics hate me, ( well my stomach anyhow) ….My ear is at least no longer painful , but my stomach now hurts like the devil, ….this however I will get through, Back to the original story Treez, Jesse was asleep in telephone land, And I’m too lethargic to do anything too strenuous, but took a coffee out into my garden and sat looking at my plants…..

I’ had several packs of Geraniums, Dianthus, and lobelia that needed to go into tubs fast or I would lose them, ….I felt angry and frustrated at my lack of energy , slammed my half filled coffee mug upon the round wooden garden table, narrowly avoiding the ripening red strawberries spilling over the sides of their earthenware blue pot, ….if I didn’t pot these plants on, then who would? , there’s only me and it’s a job when I’m well or even Ok ish I get great joy from, ( that day wasn’t one of those, I’ve been having fevers, headaches, and pain,) but like I said someone had to make the effort, .

so while sat, the sky turning a lovely inky dark blue, by the twinkling light of hundred,s, of fairy lights, I began preparing a pot for some of my plant’s, I had a little hand shovel, but I’m terrible , I can’t help but get my hands in that soil, I love the feel of that stuff , ( And it all washes off right!?…..I’m digging for victory, snapped to nails but this was fun….but as I pull back the still warm soil from that days sun, I though I felt an odd vibration, . With a mutter to myself and a deep sigh, I seriously thought, this is it woman!!!!!!, You’ve finally lost the plot, your marbles are not only lost , they have left the damn country!, …I carry on, not getting far when again I feel this weird sensation, A strange pulsing, …..but before I could react remove my hand, I felt a sudden stinging , then another, another and another, I pulled out my from the soil and there to my shock and surprise, sat a whole, load of bee,s, …..their little fluffy gold and black bodies nestled cosily in the warm compost, there were loads of them, …..it was a shock in all my Gardening years I had never experienced such a thing,

I know well enough you get Bee,s that bury under the soil, Solitary Bee,s, do this, but as the name suggests they share their nests with no one! , let alone upwards of thirty, …..I walked away hand throbbing feeling very sorry for myself, I held no malice to the bee,s, I had disturbed their nest, ( it was my fault) …once again living alone was drummed into me, here I was in great pain and not a soul to commiserate with , no one to bring me sweet tea or bath the stings…..I washed my hands, applied neat vinegar to each sting, that’s when I began to shake, ….I lay on my bed, insight of where just lay asleep, my eyes glued to his face, the sweat dripping from my body , and heart racing…..it pounded like it wanted to find its way from my chest, ….I couldn’t breath , and I knew I was fast suffering from some kind of shock, ……eyes firmly fixed on Jesse’s face, I tried to match each breath of mine with his deep slumbering ones…..my heart not only raced it now miss beat, And for one miniscule moment real fear filled my body….

was I going into anaphylactic shock, ?was Jesse’s face the last I would see,?, I pulled a sheet up and swaddled myself up in its comfort, …why wouldn’t I wake Jesse? …hmmmm, numerous reason,s really……Jesse would have out Paramedic,s, the Army, Navy, Gurkers, and half the Air force before I could finish a sentence……then I’ve been so rough of late I didn’t want the blooming fuss, I wanted to lay quietly, I just wanted whatever was to be to be…..so there I lay , watching my man,s peaceful face, the clock pass the minutes , after an hour I knew what I had suffered was just shock, and I rested quieter , exhausted but ok…..later that night as I lay and told Jesse , I could now become excited, never having seen such a thing as bee,s living under ground,. Again I was reminded of all the things I’m yet to learn , stinging hand or no stinging hand, I had survived to tell then tale, ..the next morning the Bee,s had made good their get away , Have I learnt not to put my hands in the soil, offfff course not, straight back in next day, pots planted up, but I must say I have a new healthy respect for Bee,s lol, take care out there folks, it’s going to be a hot weekend ahead, 💜💛💜💙💙💜💛