Our Garden...Our Shelter..

Every morning after waking up the first thing I do is take a look into the garden.

What flowers are blossoming...What colours....

It matches with the situation we are living in nowadays.
There is no hope anymore in Bram's recovery..he won't get better.
I have written it before..it is all about loss and let go.
But this little city garden we have points out exactly the way we feel.
Contradiction is the word for it.
There is sadness but also happiness.
We really enjoy sitting on our little terrace with the garden around us.
A glass of white wine, a meal outside, coffee and the papers in the morning.
The garden brings out emotions but also heals. 
Memories turn up. 


The sweet smell of honeysuckle brings us back to the little cottage we once rented in Walls on the Shetland isles. The door was surrounded by it, and late in the evening we often stood in front of the house watching the seals, while the perfume of the honeysuckle did mingle with the smell of the sea.


Lavender reminds me of the holidays we had in Tuscany. Opposite of our accomodation was an area to hang the laundry. Big bushes of Rosemary and Lavender. Every morning after a shower I used to hang my towel there. But before that my hands first stroke the rosemary and after that the lavender. 
Ofcourse sometimes tears turn up when we talk about the past, but that is allright.
We have this strong bond together. 
Strong memories of beautiful moments we had.


We are a very fortunate couple.

So the garden is my shelter..our shelter..


Filled with all kind of flowers...

The Bright Big orange Poppy...

The Pink Lupinus....

The Frangrance of the Lavender..

The Passionflower.....

The elegant flower of the Honeysuckle...

The delicate Hedera....

New leaves at my Plumtree..

Haven't got a clue what this one is...

Marguerite....Beauty

Soft Pink Evening Flowers...

The Big leaves of the Gunnera Tinctoria...

And a little Blackbird....