I love a deeply wooded place. I love the smells and sounds in a garden. I love the taste of a freshly picked pea or tomato, and the anticipation while watching a strawberry turn from green to red.
Perhaps it was my Grandmothers amazing lush landscape that seemed to go on forever- Maybe it was the fresh green grapes from my backyard ( we always ate them too early and those tiny little green balls were perfectly sour and had a hint of the not yet ripe "green" taste)- I'm drooling.
Whatever the source of my passion I could get lost in the perfect yard. Even in Arizona's 110 deg days, a good mister system and the smell of cut grass- ahhh heaven.
I hope one day I can create a space that Mya can go to and feel that magic- the magic like Grandmas with her moss covered stones and ponds. The place that fills you up with a feeling of peace and joy in all the simple yet amazing nature that surrounds you. I miss my Grandma and her gardens- I really believe there was magic there...
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We also do, very much.
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