Admiration, passion and how much love for my mother's garden

Good morning dear friends. In these difficult and particular days that we are going through, it seemed a good time to water some beautiful flowers. Like the ones my mother had in her garden.

I must admit that I had a happy childhood, my parents did everything in their power to make it so, I do not mean material, in that aspect life was not favorable, I am grateful that In this way, circumstances lead you to overcome challenges on a daily basis and overcoming them makes life more joyous.

Fate puts certain tests on your path to assess your ability to overcome them, some are easier than others, difficult ones taste better, in the struggle to overcome you find satisfaction.

I grew up in a place surrounded by thicket, the houses emerged from large forests as if it were a story, colorful reservoirs contrasted with the greenness of the groves, the same that accompanied the dirt streets from my neighborhood.

It was common to get up early, sometimes before sunrise, the chirping of birds, and the exquisite perfume that emanated from mama's garden, made you lift your eyelid, to see the first golden flashes of the sun.

My west-facing window, in my opinion, the best location, behind its curtains was my mother's garden, and in it, beautiful plants that gave beautiful flowers, inhaling their exquisite perfumes it made it worth living. How much I love my mother's garden!