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Oregano, strong green sedge, and pink lobelia are the first plants in my tiny garden, which I create on the balcony. On the wooden floor, I put a mat with a floral motif and beige pillows. In the middle, is a square table like a tray, a bit Japanese style. Stones collected from the ocean are silent next to the pots together with a ceramic owl made by my niece.
On a sunny Sunday, I sit in my mini paradise and enjoy a brownie just taken out of the oven. Chocolate with the addition of slightly sour forest fruits is like ambrosia for me. Afternoon chillout is blue, green, and Fuscia pink. Although my botanist is small, meditating in it seems three-dimensional because there is another garden behind the glass barriers.
There, in the foreground, a Hydrangea tree dances, behind it glitters a Griselinia bush, and a little further on, the pampas grasses almost touch the sky. My cat likes to nibble them.
There is also a palm tree that hugs a slender birch. Heather spreads in the thicket under the wall, and white daisies in the grass. This garden is on the roof, although quite close to the water, so seagulls fly over it, and sometimes a badminton shuttlecock, which my cat’s Japanese buddies love to play.
When I open my eyes in the morning, the sparrow is already holding a white feather in its beak, and the starling is jumping on the lawn. My cat walks around the garden, the coffee is getting cool in a brown cup. But all minutes smell like lavender and take in no rush. Because this is just the beginning.