Once or twice a week, after a hard day’s work, I seek my brief respite at my sister’s commercial garden. Coincidentally, it’s only a five minute walk from my school, as fate would have it, in this vast city, this is where the garden surfaced.
What this visit sheds on me, I cannot describe with words. On every visit the plants would have transformed growing lusher and lusher. Her comment is the attention the plants receive.
I know the corners of the garden well. I can tell when plants disappear or appear. It’s really interesting. I once thought of the corners of the garden as if they were stories. Just like stories that are modified all the time. During each visit, I can write a different story about the same corner of the garden. The plants grow, find another home or just blossom.
I have written before about my struggle with keeping plants healthy. I need to spend enough time to learn what plants need (the tricks of the trade).
What I do well with is, taking photographs and just enjoying the ambience that emanates peace and quiet, as the variety of tropical plants whisper mellow words to me.
This garden is in a slightly built up area and actually appears as a surprise to many who dare to venture in. I guess it’s not only a surprise to people but to the colourful butterflies that have found a home. Nature can be truly enchanting when nurtured.
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