03/06/2025
My red roses.
Someone asked me earlier this afternoon if I find that my garden reflects parts of my personality or aspirations? If yes, How ?
The answer is definitely a yes.
I design and cultivate my plants according to my imagination, shaping it until it speaks to me. I prefer my garden to be a bit wild just like in their natural habitat.
It starts with my visits to the garden centers. That's where I see if I can materialise my vision. Most of the time I feel like a child in toys store there. It's my playground. The endless choices of plants and flowers can be overwhelming too sometimes.
The choice of plants and flowers, colors and the very style of the garden come straight from my heart. While planting and styling, the garden, it reflects on my creative mind. I won't stop till I accomplish it . It's a hard work eventhough my garden is tiny.
And when the fruits of my labor begin to manifest —the appearances of young shoots and the tender leaves at the end of the winter months followed by the vibrant flowers, fruits, and the steady growth of each plant in the spring and summer months —I feel a sense of satisfaction. An achievement.
And the garden, in return, offers me a peace of mind. It comforts and gives me joy. I could sit for hours, simply watching at the flowers, the buzzing bees, butterflies and the birds fighting over the food that are found in the plants or from the birdfeeder. And without fail, I would take a walk around the garden first thing in the morning, if the weather permits of course and I would discover something new everyday : the fresh buds, new petals, spent flowers, the changes in their appearances and so on. .
My garden teaches me a lot of lessons of life. Be humble and patience. Love and appreciation. And to cherish with what we have and to be grateful for each of God’s beautiful creations. His masterpieces.