22.6.12

le jardinage












The last beams of golden hour find their way across our jungle as mother pulls out the shovels and bursting bulbs; ready to be reborn. "Ready to plant some potatoes?", my mum inquires as she passes down the well-worn gardening gloves. "Yes!" is the only response I've ever considered. The sounds of someone mowing the unruly lawn reach my ears and the yard feels like a little paradise amidst our bustling city. Scents of grass, upturned soil and flower petals mingle and dance. Gardening is the grand finale to a leisurely summer day. 

xo
grace

1 comment:

  1. these words are delicious. this is a perfect "hello summertime" post. :)

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