I have always felt and I’ve possibly noted it here before, that I am blessed, or honoured, that I get to do what I utterly love doing as my work. And that’s the gas thing, it’s doesn’t at all feel like work, to me. And when my heart [and very horticulturally educated brain] is in the right place, one really does tend to smile just that extra little bit greater all the way through the journey. Like being in love. Or falling in love. Or that first kiss. And you never want, not the kiss as such, but more the emotion or the heart beating to end…. if that makes sense. Does that make sense ?
And you want to get up earlier in the morning just to see her sleeping. And she smiles at you as she awakens and it’s like poetry and you both know. And there is no questioning that feeling. And it very simply feels so damn frickin’ good. And either you can entirely feel what I’m saying because you have been in that place or moment or…. it’s quite simply just damn hard work.
Back in the real world; gardens… A before and after garden video ?
