Listen to the silence of this truly beautiful garden in the early evening where the sun strokes everything with a hue of gold.
Pause and listen.
The silence, only enhanced by the humming of bees and the chirping of birds, will lead you to close your eyes and feel the magic.
A gentle breeze.
Breath in the delicate sweet scents drifting in the air.
A garden of free thoughts, quiet contemplation, joyful anticipation and beautiful dreams: The birds and the bees, the flowers and the trees, the soil and the sky.
To cultivate a garden is to cultivate a soul.
My Mother’s garden.