My Secret Garden

Last month I bought a small pot of mini roses for our first wedding anniversary. The roses are tiny but of a deliciously red color. I have been pleasantly surprised by the continuous appearance of new buds. I have always loved flowers, and I grew up with a tiny home garden outside of our apartment windows. My father taught me how to appreciate plants. So I feel a sense of re-connection with my past. Watching plants grow and flowers blossom is one of my passions. After the red roses I bought two more pots, one of yellow and one of pink. The pink roses have the most prominant fragrance, a kind of intoxicating sweetness. Sometimes when I water them, I caress the petals and small-talk to them a bit, while enjoying the warm sun and fresh air on the balcony. I have not made use of the balcony like this before, as it occurred to me a hassle to grow plants which will die after only two short months of summer. But this year, I thought, what the heck! I'll let the flowers bloom and let myself enjoy the moments with them. The short Swedish summer has taught me, that the present moment is truly a present.