This morning I woke up to the wonderful sound of rain. After hitting the snooze button a few times I eventually got up and went about my usual morning routine. I made myself a cup of tea and some breakfast, grabbed the newspaper and sat outside on the balcony overlooking my garden. I love being outside and often can be found dozing under the shade of a tree, or losing myself in a novel in a bed of flowers.
My friends have always called me Alice, like the character in that famous novel. That was a long time ago though. This morning when I sat down for breakfast something didn’t feel right. I looked out over my garden, at the birds splashing in the birdbaths and feeding off the seed tower. The vibrant garden filled with different varieties of flowers and the tall, majestic trees lining the high, solid fence. It was picturesque, none could dispute that. For some reason today I wasn’t feeling connected. My garden didn’t appeal to me at all. I saw no life, no love, only fading colour and artificially enhanced vibrance.
It dawned on me that I need a new garden. I invited my landscaper friend to come over and help me plan the new space. They are almost like my own personal landscape gardener considering how many times I’ve asked for their help. I told my friend about my longing for a newly landscaped garden and she came up with some amazing ideas. We talked about the types of plants that would be fun additions. I was particularly excited about the fruiting vines that would snake their way up the new lattice I was attaching to the side of the shed.
Once the arrangements had been made I started getting excited about possibility of my new garden. Although I didn’t know exactly how it would turn out, I told the landscaper came up with something brilliant. I’m excited to see the beautiful chrysanthemum in full bloom. Melbourne have some of the best gardens in the country and I want mine to be one of the best. Half the reason I love flowers so much is because they represent change and growth.