When I was a child I lived on a busy, noisy street close to the train station, in a small apartment with no garden. My bedroom overlooked a neighbour's tiny walled garden, and I liked to sit on the window sill and look at the persimmon tree growing in the centre, and all the flowers spilling from narrow beds onto the miniature lawn.
Thanks Cristina! It's always wonderful to read your thoughts. To me you're always like a breath of fresh air which brings authentic beauty and lightness. 🌷
I didn't know we had the same country love deeply rooted in our hearts. 💕
Have wonderful spring days!
Thank you for this Cristina, a really enjoyable read. Now I want to find out more about the other four ancient celebrations.
Hi Cristina, 👋🏻 Beautiful words and photographs, and your biscuits sound adorable! Wishing you a joyful new season. 🌱🌸🌼🌿
So lovely to read about your perception of spring, it matches the way I think about it. Gaining peace and tranquility from our surroundings is essential to our soul Cristina! Will look forward with anticipation to more of your thoughts ❤️
Your words are such a breath of fresh air in a crazy world. I find that I’m never happier than when I’m outside, whether that’s in my fledgling rose garden or walking in my neighborhood. And like you, my grandmother played a huge role in my love of nature/gardening. I can’t wait to read more of your thoughts and see more of your beautiful photography. Happy Spring!