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