My dream garden is exactly half a mile away from our home.
Our running route passes the garden at the beginning of the run, when our legs are fresh and eager to go. It also stands as a nice landmark for our return home, a gentle reminder of “only half a mile to go”.
I have my first glimpse of “The Garden” on the left side of a narrow shortcut. During Spring and Summer lots of flowers hang halfway through the path.
Over the years I’ve developed a craving to see it, no matter the season, it is always beautiful to me. Sometimes I do not feel that much like running, but the thought of “The Garden” makes me go for it.
Its beauty is in the many small details…
For a long time I wondered who the gardener was.
Then, one day I saw her for the first time: an attractive woman in her early-sixties, wearing a large sun hat, a long and simple working dress all the way down to her feet, her image a perfect complement to the garden. She was just standing in the middle of her plants, observing, paying attention as if listening to music, completely oblivious to everything else around. That’s when I realized how carefully she must plan every little detail, the placement of every little seedling she brings over. How much love she puts into it.
Just like Monet created beauty with his brushes and a canvas, that lady creates beauty with her hands working the dirt and tending her plants. And I am one of the lucky people who can enjoy her art, whenever I feel like it, just a short walk and there I am, in the garden of my dreams!