I met them and since that day, I visit most days. My love for plants has grown immensely.
Now I find so much joy in being around plants. Almost a year ago I wrote about my Mothers’s love for plants and that passion which my sister R inherited. R’s garden is heavenly, a public space that is evolving.
I steal time after work most days, convince myself I’m going to see R, but end up visiting my friends. They look quaint and the assortment just engulfs me. It’s a serene and beautiful space, which is rare in these parts.
I take walks through the garden, visiting, exploring and trying to spot new addition. Recently I told my friends it is my therapy. The attractive mini-lawns , the lone plantain tree which found its way in the flower pot and many more. The summer hut that is adorned by the hanging plants and many more engrosses you in their mainly green beauty.
Maturity delivers many gifts. I have never been green fingered but now I want to be surrounded by plants. I notice the beautiful flora everywhere I go. I’m glad to say this will surely be added to my pension duties.
Many interested ‘house proud’ young adults are drawn to the “Loading” sign. The sign symbolizing or better still advertising the new garden.
I take many photographs as soon as I visit and hoping my therapy touches others I send them to. My sister in law , in another continent is also entranced by the plants. I gift her the photographs I take she is always extremely grateful.