Walking to lunch, walking to management meetings, walking to case conferences, walking to my wards, I cross grass. I like walking across grass, espcially when it's just been cut. We've pleasing grounds, with established ancient trees and new colourful flowers. At the moment, the trees are a riot of colour and the grounds are carpeted in blossom.
Have a look here.
Thus, my world is a better place.
Hooray for being able to appreciate the grass during your workday!
One of the many things that can be lost with the closure of "old fashioned", "institutionalised" and "expensive" buildings. If you were in our county you'd have had to get in your car to get from one meeting to another, probably only to find when you got there that half of them had been cancelled or the venue changed. Enjoy the grass while you can.
I love it when I am up early enough to walk in and enjoy all the gardens on the way to my hospital
The grass is much better appreciated with bare feet!
In my book The Cockroach Catcher, I remembered:
"As you drove into the main gate of this rather imposing Victorian beauty or monstrosity, you got the same feel as in most mental hospitals of the same era. There was the odd one working the kerbs and gardens. A small group might be shepherded by a nurse to cross a road on their way to their morning’s appointment. Many had the typical shuffling gaits from the antipsychotics they were on.
The last of the summer’s Hydrangea flowers still tried to hang on. They looked tired and ugly. I would never have hydrangea in my garden."
But for humanity, can we not bring back the old asylums. Bother, they are now luxury apartments.
The photo was lovely. I can imagine using it as a visualization of my "happy place" to escape to...
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