Weed, Weed, Weed.

gardening. its a well documented hobby of mine. i have always had a green thumb. i grew up on a farm when i was a child. it was a fruit farm that my granny left us. we had more land and more plants than anyone cared to remember. there were huge trees, bushes, shrubs and stand alone plants in pots. its hard not to take a liking if it surrounds you. my mom tended to her bougainvilleas, orchids, ixoras and other flowering specimens, and i raked the leaves into a heap before i burnt them or turn them into a compost heap. that was exactly 20 years ago. now there is a freeway going thru where my nanna's old farm stood.

now i work on a much smaller scale with my baby. she weeds the back garden in our place with me when we have spare time. gardening for me goes way past the intrinsic aesthetics for me. sure, i love to see that our labour of love bloom and bear fruit. but it also gives me a chance to get dirty and use my hands. too many times we all forget what it means to use our hands and get them dirty. it is the whole attitude. i just like the humility in the whole process. no job is ever too hard and too dirty. its a start. there will always be weeds to pull, pest to kill, pruning of strays and cutting back. at the end of the day, the garden is beautiful because we made it so. it is thriving because we both choose to get down and get dirty. try it, get a nice lil potted color to start off. you might take an affinity to greenery and soil.

All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey.