GARDENING, in my grandparents' garden

My grandparents have always had a garden. I helped water the plants whenever I was there, and watched my grandmother busy with the flowerbeds and the pots, pulling up weeds, planting new flowers, pruning the roses, etc.

A love of the soil and the countryside grew naturally, even though in practice I had never actually "got stuck in".

It was this past week in the Alentejo, after seeing the garden now half abandoned and full of weeds growing every which way, that we decided to make a start and... WE LOVED IT!!!

Working the soil, gradually arranging and tidying the pots, is as if we were creating our own work of art, watching it grow and evolve little by little.

Contact with Nature, being out in the open air, makes up for all the backache and sore muscles we may have in the days that follow!

If the day had more hours of daylight, we would still be out there :)