Monday, July 23, 2012
The daily visit to the Garden
As a child the garden of the house were not only a lot of plants: for our year was the opportunity to leave the house full of rules (do not climb on the furniture, do not yell, etc..) And get carried away by what imagination left us at that time.
I went through several stages in the garden of my house, though the house was not always the same. Although we moved several times during my childhood and youth, my mother always demanded that the house where he had arrived garden.
In the gardens I passed by fears of a child, a friend and whirlwinds complicity teenager.
I can say that each was alone, always had a green area around me. Today it all seems to have disappeared.
In a world that seems to move faster each time there is no time out to smell the aroma and freshness of a well kept garden.
The vast majority of my friends have a paved courtyard that practically cleans itself. I do not. They understand, but do not understand, I can not do many things like them because, they say, "I spend digging steep."
Do not remember how nice it was that? Burying ¿what treasures were at that time and now are what give life to an area of retirement?
The advantage I have over them is that they do not need SPA's, or anti-stress treatments. Every time I go to take care of my garden, I forget that I am wife and mother working and I can communicate with plants that only listen but do not complain.
Instead of sniffing the smog and the many bad things that float in our air, fill my lungs with fresh air and smell of nature.
Before paving around your home, go to a park, sit on a bench and closes his eyes. Imagine being able to do that every time you want, once you get to work, fritters or do whatever you stressed.
Your garden is not only a source of inconvenience or expense more, you can be the little daily happiness you need to get better.
I like anything that has to do with gardens. Visit garden furniture to see how to improve your landscaping.
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