My mom was an avid nature lover and instilled the same passion in me. From childhood, I was in the garden with her and it stayed like that after that.
Now I'm in my sixties and sometimes I feel tired of running a garden. Every spring and autumn, I complain to my husband that I am changing something, digging, exaggerating for the last time. But where there! When nature comes to life after winter, I am drawn to the garden, like a wolf to the forest. This is stronger than me!
So every season I take on new challenges and gymnastics in the garden. After a day of cutting, digging or weeding, I can feel it in my bones.However, I appreciate this fatigue. It gives me incredible joy and a sense of fulfillment. And when another day comes, since dawn again I rush to the garden.
My "wild garden" - as my neighbor aptly described it - was created without any special planning. I tried to plant as many different plants as possible so that it would be beautiful from spring to autumn, and even winter, because then the hellebores bloom here.
There is a separate camping area here. My beloved grandchildren - Wiktoria, Robert, Kingusia and Raduś are especially happy about this corner. We all have a great time here. If only I could enjoy the effects of my work as long as possible!
Łucja Spinner
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