My grandmother used to have a gigantic one, full with iris, roses, gladiolus…Every inch of space was covered in colors and sents. Let me tell you that Easter egg hunt was SPECTACULAR. She woke up every morning and check her garden before everything else and her house was always decorated with fresh flowers.
I have now the chance to have a garden too and growing flowers has become one of my joy. When my hands are covered in soil I feel connected to my grandmother and it reminds me the beauty of this world.
Here is a poem I would like to share with you. It is from the incredible Vita Sackville West and it is about her beloved garden.