Rapid hindsight, saw my recent scary twilight nightmare as a very avoidable damn chilling experience. This occurrence happened, while endeavoring to pick up socks left behind on my sun-deck by a visiting grandchild. Instead, I tripped! And fell head-first over the deck, straight into a mixed flower garden. Before this scary event, I had just showered and with only a light dressing gown on, no underwear! Foolishly embarked out my bedroom's french-doors to pick up these untidy socks ... only to stumble and loose my balance on my dog's crumpled slumbering mat. Carelessly, I had not taken my usual accompanied straight handled walking stick and cell phone with me, pointlessly leaving both behind, just inside the opened bedroom door.
Sometimes when busy minded and feeling fine, I can still briefly forget, I'm mobility slowed some now these days and, making a flawed choice in motion can bring on atleast! One quick learning lesson, or a gamble with odds that favour repeat performances. When I crashed into the garden I badly grazed and bruised myself, whacking my head damn hard on a concrete border as well, did not help that situation. Finding, I could not move more than a fraction without hashly grazing myself further soon made me realize, I'm like a fish out of water horizontal in this kind of situation. I then realised I would need atleast a hand or two to get up from such a precarious predicament, from what was predominantly a scented Lavender flower bed. Being at home on my own I at first felt panic, as I realized my dire situation, then felt some relief, remembering a couple of overseas travellers had phoned that morning for accomodation and, then hoped to arrive around mid afternoon to stay in Guest accommodation adjacent to my home. I knew my grown son Wayne, probably would not be of help as he was in Auckland 'till late that evening at a work dinner and, would most likely go straight to his own home on another part of this rural property. Mark, a friend and abit of a party animal, was staying in the guest accommodation, but he was not due back from a sociable Saturday night out until maybe the next morning, at the earliest. It seemed my best hope of getting up from the garden before dark and endless coldness set in, was travellers. My main concern then being, would they arrive! Being a frequent lover of travel once myself, I knew at times travellers easily can get sidetracked and then, never show up at all.
The sun stayed out the first couple of hours keeping me fairly warm, then clouds came over and with it, gusty showers. The clouds lingered, getting thicker and thicker as the warmth drained away from me, helped along by a cold south westerly wind blowing right up ... my exposed legs and, anything beyond! I cursed myself for going outside with only a house gown on while having no stick, watch or phone with me. Time dragged, as I realized it must be well past the time the travellers said they would arrive. Overcast, it became prematurely darker and darker and I became uncomfortably numb with the cold, from increasing shivers right into the core of my bones. I, at first often yelled, help! But, soon gave up hollowing to save energy. As I got despondent and colder I grasped the fact that neighbours don't seem to hear from this spaced out rural distance. I then tried to get Kim (my dog) to lie across my legs to warm them, but she would only lick me or sit by my face, far too close for these sensitive nostrils. She's a typical outside country dog in many ways, though I often feel, she'd prefer to be an inside strutting poodle, but, without the regular doggie shampoo's and trims.
Atleast, having fallen mainly into Lavender flowers, I had aromatic surrounding and, they cushioned some, like a pillow, when bunched under my head. I also placed Lavender leaves and stems over my bare legs, which helped a little with the fast cooling breeze, but I felt deep down this covering was not going to be anywhere near enough to survive the cold night ahead if no help arrived. To assist keeping calm I meditated some and, carried on doing regular deep breathing exercises, which seemed to help. Spiders, ants and other things (insect wise) kept walking all over me, with increasing numbers trying a nibble or two. Probably to them, I was like a giant! Foreign invader, as in Gulliver's travels, or maybe, a new generous source of fast food supply, soon to be available to all, in some mighty on-going edible feast.
Dying of hypothermia in my flower garden, was not something I had ever imagined. Dying of quiet content in a warm waterbed, shared well, with the right company, would be a good first choice. Or, sharing a quality red wine , reasonable tranquillity, a colourful autumn sunset and, an open fire glowing, would do! I then reflected on a few narrow escapes I'd survived through in my life. Like, when around three years old, falling out of the family car while it was still in motion, or cracking my head open while deep diving into my primary school's brand new swimming pool, or nearly drowning in a surf beach undertow, being electrocuted! As a teen , being an injured passenger from a rolled car accident, being run over by a tractor twenty years later, or falling off a horse in full flight as it suddenly shied one way 'round a tree while I, went flying the other. Then, there was the time I lay ill with a high fever in the heat of Indonesia, wondering if I would ever see my homeland again. This time, it was a damp flower garden threatening me more and more as the day slipped into evening and chilling winds breached further into my flesh and bones. I reminisced, wishing a warm partner was due home. Life's, somewhat less predicable these days, since losing a soulmate in a senseless auto accident. Caused when an approaching driver fell asleep (after a long weekend wedding party bash) smashing right through her drivers side door. It's a sad a beautiful World! At least (I'd thought) I was lying in her lavender bed and, hopefully would be found with fresh fragrance surrounding me dead or alive ... so long as I was not left, for too long.
At last! Kim barked loudly, stirring me some and a car with lights on came around the corner of my driveway. Late guests had finally arrived! I tried to wave a chilled hand some and yelled out, help! Please. Lest they thought I was some sort of idiot praying, or making love to his flowers. A woman finally approached closer as I kept trying to explain events, thankfully she began to understand what had happened, went inside the open house and got a thick blanket and a phone for me. She said, when first seeing me through the misty evenings twilight, she thought I was a giant garden gnome, then when I moved, maybe a weirdo of sorts lying down weeding his garden or meditating some, dressed in some sort of kaftan or Asian house gown! Making her briefly thinking of quickly driving away from this strange weird scene.
That night, it was after 8pm before two local friends I'd phoned, arrived and, helped me back inside by a warm heater, with a hot green tea. Followed then, by a very long hot shower, thawing me out enough to cope again with my revived worthwhile existence! Included a couple of glasses of quality red wine, a very large slice of hot local pizza, some very deserved thankyou's and then bed. A cozy warm waterbed, to again! Dream in. No living nightmares for now, just rescued moments to be nurtured and appreciated even more-so after this one day's nightmare. The body grazing and bruising soon improved with the help of teatree oil and some feminine caring care. Surviving, once more, to breath and experience afresh, life's living moments ... sure beats the alternatives! I still say and, freezing is sure not a very acceptable way to depart for anywhere, in my ever humbling opinion. A good friend phoned and asked me, how my weekend had been? I said ... well, I spent seven hours on Saturday in my flower garden. You, she asked? Yes me, I replied. But, I never intend to ever do that again! Never ... never-ever.
There's, too many windswept seasons, probably, too many times to tell
too many now past before, too many, it seems at-time, so many.
So many windswept seasons past so many times to tell
so many now before and gone so many, so many.
Yet, this moments another season this time another spell,
never! has it ever passed before ... it, has never been -- too many.
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