In my dreams I have a picture of my garden as it will be one day, some day, next year, who knows when, maybe never. .
Its a garden that I can wander around, picking and plucking, nibbling as I go and return to the kitchen with a basket full of edibles.
The air is full of the scent of various flowers and herbs and I pick a bunch for the house.
The fences are covered with edible climbing plants, fruit bushes or flowers. The fruit trees are blossom covered in spring and heavy with fruit in autumn.
There are no straight lines, the weed-free paths meander between beds, all luxuriantly filled with plants of all types and uses.
Birds, bees and butterflies are my companions on my walk (and none of them are pests, of course).
Naturally, the sun is shining and all is right in my world.
The reality is quite different, weeds, rain, pests, they're all around me, but deep down, in my heart, I don't see them, because my garden is just like the one in my dreams!
How does your garden/plot compare to your dreams?
Its a garden that I can wander around, picking and plucking, nibbling as I go and return to the kitchen with a basket full of edibles.
The air is full of the scent of various flowers and herbs and I pick a bunch for the house.
The fences are covered with edible climbing plants, fruit bushes or flowers. The fruit trees are blossom covered in spring and heavy with fruit in autumn.
There are no straight lines, the weed-free paths meander between beds, all luxuriantly filled with plants of all types and uses.
Birds, bees and butterflies are my companions on my walk (and none of them are pests, of course).
Naturally, the sun is shining and all is right in my world.
The reality is quite different, weeds, rain, pests, they're all around me, but deep down, in my heart, I don't see them, because my garden is just like the one in my dreams!
How does your garden/plot compare to your dreams?
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