The Garden and The Doctor, Two Very Different places

The sun has been hiding for the past few days, but still things are growing quickly in the warm spring air. Tiny grapes are appearing, along with plums and peaches. Potatoes plants are up and looking healthy.
Blackberries are in bloom and shallots have poked up from the rich brown soil. All with such promise for our family to enjoy in the coming months. This garden of ours is such a blessing, such a refuge when one needs a place to feel refreshed and hopeful.
Melanie had an appointment with her doctor today and I was shocked at what a negative man he is. He told tale after tale of horror stories to Melanie of all the things that can go wrong at birth. Certainly not the words to set an anxious new mom to be at ease.
The baby is fine, kicked the Doctor a few times and to be honest I thought to myself, “you go girl” he deserves a good kick. I understand the need to inform patients, I do, but this man has done nothing but paint the grimmest pictures for her and Casi, time after time, where the big city specialist, did nothing but congratulate them on doing so well and shared with them his optimism. He was wise and peppered his conversation with the truth and the concerns but not a full visit of the grim reaper talk.
I suspect in all walks of life there are folks that walk on the half empty side of life but I am not sure they know the effect of this on others. Its their own “woe is me” walk pushed onto the nearest listener. However, we have the choice to listen or not let it even go past the frontal lobe.
I felt bad for Melanie today in the office, she looked like my little girl. Tired worn out and a bit defenseless from the last week she has had. I sat there and forced him to be honest about what he was saying. The reality of his facts, they are extremely rare. He made them sound like a sure bet. I cornered him a couple times and he backed down. Mother hen was defending her chick, Yes, she is a married woman and quite capable of handling herself, but she is worn down, stressed, worried, and tired beyond tired. This man, in his scrubs did nothing to encourage her. I did damage control on the way home. I reminded her of the good things the specialist had told her. I pointed out this Doctors inconsistencies in his comments today and then we went out for breakfast, stopped by to see our husbands and had a good laugh.
Its so much better to look on the bright side of things. In life, what we worry about, often never takes place and even if it does, its usually not as bad as we imagined in our heads.
Life can be full of hope, if you choose it to be. It is for me, and our thoughts become reality, and I would much rather have happy thoughts.

potato plant in my garden