@MsPenguins Your garden sounds lovely, and I’ll wager that others admire it greatly.
I’m in the process of greatly reducing mine. I have over half an acre, and when I left teaching it became a project. I grew flowers for events and had a big kitchen garden. It was all beautifully kept. But it was becoming a burden. And perfection became the enemy of the good. And imo is overrated anyway.
In a v interesting convo with an architect when we were estate planning/future proofing I learned that it was more often management of outside space that tipped people into urgent downsizing, and that most houses can be adapted for later life needs.
I’m in my late 60s, my husband is older, 80+. We’re farmers and wish to stay here till we die or need residential care. We also have no wish to be the elderly parents that are the subjects of anguished posts on here.
Long winded way of saying maybe give yourself permission to enjoy your silkies and the robin, and don’t strive too hard
So good to hear that cancer doesn’t occupy your thoughts as it did. 2023 was my year taken up by diagnosis and treatment. 2024 was recovery, licking my wounds, struggling to regain equilibrium. 2025 I’m looking to the future, planning and doing. Cancer is in a box, in a corner, I’m aware of its presence, but mostly the lid is on that box.