I asked my dad to water my garden for me whilst I was on holiday. I have a very small garden with lots of water butts next to two raised beds and lots of pots. It takes 15 mins to water it thoroughly.
He and my mum ask the same of me when they are away, which is frequently as they are retired. It takes me an hour to water their garden properly, which I do three times per holiday for them.
I came home yesterday and my tree is dying. We have nicknamed it my fourth child, I sit and watch it with a cup of tea after a stressful day at work and got so much joy and peace from it. Now it’s dying and I’m genuinely grieving.
Part of me thinks I’m being silly, people have lost houses in the heatwave after all. Part of me is bloody raging…it’s one tree and I have water butts next to it, how hard can it be?!
I spoke to him yesterday and he was adamant he’d watered it…he thinks it will recover. Now I feel like every time I will look at it next year I’ll be angry and feel robbed of the peace of mind I need to survive my stressful job.
yabu-it’s a tree, get over it
yanbu- it’s ok to be sad and angry