A garden is a great healer

On Monday I was coming home from doing my usual shopping, looking forward to spending the rest of the day in my garden. That nearly did not materialize, I was waiting to cross the road, practically opposite my house. A car was coming down towards me, all fine, another car in the opposite direction swerved right across and hit him side on. It was with such force and a loud bang, that it made the car turn sideways, mount the kerb, and come towards me. I literally froze on the spot, and stupidly put my arms out thinking that I could stop the car. Thank god, it did stop, missing me by about 6 inches. Nearby neighbours came out, emergency services were called, thankfully nobody was seriously hurt, but we had to wait over an hour for any one to attend the accident. My husband was playing golf, we managed to get hold of him and he came straight home. People stayed with me until he came home. I went straight into the garden, sat on a chair, had a cup of tea. And a butterfly flew by me. I may have mentioned before the reason what made me get into gardening. I lost my niece to cancer at the age of only 19. Before she passed away, she said she wanted to come back as a butterfly, on the day of her passing it was a hot day, windows were open and a butterfly flew into her house. And the day of her funeral a butterfly flew into the church. Every time I see them in my garden I call her name. I am just grateful that nobody was seriously hurt in that accident. And I feel sure that a certain somebody (my beliefs), was looking after me on that day. My garden is my sanctuary, my world, my passion, my love, my everything.