Happy meeting with the hivers of the C/Hive Garden; I like this tune because it is a flourishing of fabulous experiences in the world of gardening culture and agri-food production. This weekend, here in my planetary garden, the flow is extraordinary. It rained all weekend long. A fortnight ago, I was given seven cuttings of acetaminophen (Plectranthus ornatus Codd), known as Paraguayan boldo. I planted them along the western edge of the garden area. I forgot about them. By doing weekly maintenance, I get them rangy, with slender, loose leaves all over the garden. They express themselves with remarkable aesthetics. As all good encounters are of splendid joy, in my soul the light of my eternal happiness comes to the surface.
I am a practitioner of plant love; I feel serene and in full personal growth. From this context, growing with my garden, I reproduce the hope to cultivate the beauty of flowers, roses, lilies, and calla lilies. I have defined goals for the growth of my soul. As my projects grow, my cultivating spirit of love and friendship expands.
I have no commercial proposals, but exchange and offerings of my production as a cultivator of love and friendship. My beloved desert roses are growing. The blossom is opening the petals of love and abundant prosperity. What is produced in my planetary garden, I publish with the good taste that my soul produces to multiply with expansive equanimity.
I received a radiant gift this Sunday, it is my new Maranta, (Calathea roseopicta), it belongs to the Marantaceae family, it has spectacular leaves, it is a gift from my friend Yamileth, whose passion is the cultivation of the Adenium. It is now part of the herbal collection in my garden. This is fabulous, living in the spectacular world of ornamental plants, with which I maintain a balanced and happy harmony, this strengthens me spiritually.
Thick clouds pass over my street, laden with leaden grey. I have several days that run from the east to the west. But they return with a strong breeze, in the opposite direction to the east. I arrive at the barinés and, it is the rain that bathes my family orchard. The leaves and branches of my fruit trees are green. The flight of the birds with their songs is normal in my courtyard, they play and flutter in the branches of the trees. I am observing the flight of the dragonflies that arrive like clouds with the rain in front of my house, this visit pleases me as a symbol of the transformation of life, of my person, I remain reflecting. The rain this year stands out for its recurrent torrential nature. The grass and bushes grow rapidly. The visit of the butterflies, with a beautiful variety, are special. They fly fast, I have not been able to capture them with the lens of my camera. They make me fall in love with the subtlety of their colourful wings.
Thank you for being and being happy at Hive Garden.
