Is your garden part of the outside world? Or is it a part of your soul?

I can not escape the fact that my garden mirrors me: Beautiful Chaos.

Garden, place of love, place of joy, place of hard work, place of rest, place of peace, place of meditation and reflection. I would not be me, if my garden would not exist. Garden, is my shadow, my life, my shelter, my inside world, showing on the outside. I never take it for granted. It is never the same, it is constant change, constant growth.

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