The joy of Gardening

I shared about how amazed I was with my Friend’s wonderful garden in one of my posts entitled ‘Randomly Captured: I am ‘HUT’.’ That triggered me to decide to have my own garden. My main purpose of having a garden is to create an outlet to release stress or tense after being so tight with work. The joy of gardening is beyond comparable; I am attached to the creator of nature. Every time I wake up in the morning I get to see colorful things and what I love the most is I am able to relish those butterflies’ dances as they drop by to smell the fragrance of my flowers. Those flowers are like my babies to drool over, where my eyes land on them every day. Not only that, having this small garden, I can do workouts to burn some calories: picking wild grass, raking dried leaves, shaping the plants, watering them, and doing many more. I fell in love with those flowers the moment I planted them because I am sure that plants provide secret pleasure to enjoy what life offers. You won’t believe me, if you don’t make yourself a garden.

I had someone help me make this garden, his name is Pak Ayi. He taught me how to plant the seeds and fertilize the plants. Well, I haven’t gained the basics of gardening yet I know that plants need water, shelter and food like human being does. They need gentle care and a loving heart to bloom and shine. One thing I learn from gardening is I truly know how to appreciate life even more. I do not spend my time radiating negativity; my time is wisely managed and hence I am full of gratitude.

Here are some pictures of my artistic garden for you to enjoy:

Before planting

Burning some calories

patiently waiting for them to grow blooming

Months later, The flowers have grown so beautifully. I frequently pick them and put them in recycled bottles to be used as home decoration.

Freshly picked from my garden

Your White Cure is My Love SOUND

My husband finally reached his fascinating DOUBLE THREE; in case you are wondering, yes, I am five months older than him yet I look much younger (in an honest pose). On his birthday, I couldn’t give anything he desires but a simple poem that may remain forever in his heart. Here it is . . .

YOUR WHITE CURE IS MY LOVE SOUND

It was WHITE and pure

even with pain and tear

but everything seemed clear

that you are my absolute CURE

You offer me hope

to journey our unique LOVE

as we capture the time

 Your presence cleanses

my doubts and sorrows

I sense patience beneath

your sweet irony

those crazy jokes you present

are the cello SOUND of my joy

the look you give in your silent

is the symbol of your intimacy

You, forever I respect

 With a birthday cake, this framed poem, and over tone birthday song, I (with my two cousins) woke him up at midnight. He was so surprised, being clueless of what was happening. He heavily opened his eyes, making sure that there was nothing harm with the noise. Finally after some minutes he was able to compose himself. Smiling sheepishly he blew up the candle; later I gave him this framed poem. He began reading it then whispered, “Thank you, Sayang.” The surprise went on as planned.

Happy Birthday once again, my love. Let’s get older together as we witness God’s wonders.

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