Gardens are so like people. This is a little snapshot from my friend, Gina’s, garden. She has the most beautiful white roses growing side by side with herbs like rosemary and basil; ferns next to lavender; yellow daisies with marjoram and mint; citrus bushes with Italian parsley and dill.
It is busy and eclectic just like Gina.
It smells heavenly.
People constantly stop to have a look at the combinations of plants in a suburb where everything garden-related is generally very well-manicured and carefully considered. At first they are surprised but then they realise Gina’s garden has a personality of its own and actually works. They always leave with a smile.
I love it. It is one of my favourite places to visit. Sometimes I sit in the middle of all the wondrous bits and pieces and simply inhale and feel I am a part of it.
Anything could happen in this garden. Bird frolics. Snail races. Secrets hiding under shiny stones.
Treacly nectar spots the ground. Joy races.
In this garden anything could happen.
The colours thrill. Love spills.
Growing like the laughter of a friend.