Staying in the frame of gardening, this collection was captured on Friday afternoon. The weather was beautiful and my mother’s garden: gorgeous.
It’s not a surprise that I love plants. My late grandfather (father’s side) was perhaps my first influence. I don’t remember him much as I was very young when he passed away, but I spent all of my early childhood playing in his gardens. This was in Rawdha, which incidentally means ‘Garden’ in Arabic, and my memories are of trees… Many tall trees. There was no lawn, not many flowers – but a wall of trees surrounding the house inside the main walls and out. The sound of leaves on windy days still takes me there!
When I was seven or eight years old, we moved to Mishref. It was my mother’s turn. Smaller trees, many flowers and a wonderful lawn. The small trees are now huge by the way. We’re no longer at that house, but whenever I drive past it, I look at those trees.
Enjoy the collection. Enjoy the lovely weather we’re having these days. What a treat for this time in April. Have a nice week.