First off, the photos from my garden are my effort to “notice the good things”, as my therapist encourages me to do (since I am all-consumed with the badness of ME). So, my blog might be:
…moan…bitch…whinge…
[garden-of-good-things intermission]
…whine…cry…wail…
My husband is a landscaper and has crafted an oasis here in the city. One silver lining from this illness: I have literally stopped to smell the roses (or lilies). In the past, I never took much notice of what he planted where or when. I was too busy working. Who has time to look at plants when there are P&Ls to pour through? Now, every time I take a gander through our garden, something new is happening. Since I am housebound, each new bloom or bud is breaking news. The lives of bugs and birds are my realty shows.
Also, yesterday I realised that there are ads on some of my posts (gasp!). This is WordPress’s way of paying their bills and is not my choice. I can have a “no-ad blog“, but it costs $30/year and I really don’t want to spend the money. However, please let me know if it is really bothersome to your reader experience and I will reconsider that decision. 🙂
Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart 
It is hard to find the positive in the midsts of ME – I still struggle, wondering what future I can hope for with the risk of setbacks always there (I’m planning in some ‘set-back proof’ aspects to my income at the moment – a bonus as a self-employed person with no holiday or sickness pay).
I don’t mind adverts – I have to say I’ve not noticed them and am happy to filter them out.
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Thanks for the feedback, Triciaruth! Good luck with your career and income. I think it’s amazing that you are able to do that. And I loved seeing the photos of your holiday, btw. It looked wonderful and gave me hope. 🙂
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I understand what you are saying, before falling ill my house was just a house. A base camp from which I came and went, now its so much more, its a home, a sanctuary and I know I am lucky to have it, so many people are struggling in this world. People are starving and in refugee tents, there is a lot to be thankful for, maybe others would be jealous of our ability to notice the now, see the moment, slow everything down… everyone has a greener pasture and we of course have hope!
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It’s probably sad how much these days I live for watching the tiny changes in the things growing in our yard. But last year I wasn’t well enough to walk out there much, and this year I can sit on the driveway often enough that I get to see what’s going on. Plus, it’s the most novel thing I’ve seen in a really long time. 🙂
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