A Word A Week: Garden

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February 14, 2013 by allsho

[A Word In Your Ear – A Word A Week Challenge]

I grew up in town. My family has always lived in apartments.

A garden, therefore, for me has always meant something that’s shared, belongs to everybody, is a place for encounters, with enough space for everybody to fit, enough nature for everybody to enjoy, enough people to meet someone else.

“The garden”, the public garden, was actually a park, and I used to go there riding on the tube of my uncle’s bicycle. And going there was pure joy, freedom, discovery, fun. And icecreams.

Later on I discovered it is also filled with colours, art, beauty.

So here is a very small gallery of the garden of my childhood.

 

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3 thoughts on “A Word A Week: Garden

  1. Simply beautiful ! If only there were more vacant spaces, it would be a great idea to have a garden in every 5 blocks. It’s just so calming and rejuvenating.

    • allsho says:

      I think that where wiser people than finance gurus plan village and town layouts, they usually don’t miss the importance of “calming and rejuvenating” spots, as well as of meeting points, aggregation areas, playgrounds… We need those, don’t we?
      Thanks for passing by and dropping a line! 🙂

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