I was always fascinated with my Mothers flower garden. I can only see a little bit, but I would get up reeeeeeeeeeally close to the flowers to see, and of course, sniff them. I developed favorites over the years...merrygolds, daisies, purple pansies like the patch that grow near my house. I do not get along at all with my mom, but those flowers in particular make me think of her and smile...I also loved her white cosmos. They feel so, funny if you actually just touch them. I think people should get sensory with their flowers. Dont just see them, touch them, sniff them. Close your eyes.
When I got my first real apartment outside of my family, I tried to grow a garden. It was doing pretty good for a while. I even had some crystals in the pots to encourage the flowers to grow, as I loooove crystals for their beauty and for their holistic/healing properties.
Anyway, I was turning the flowers as needed so they could be in and out of the sun, spilling the water out of the can as I carried it out of the house and out to the plants, LOL, and things were going okay for a time. But unfortunately my rommate at the time had people basically practically move in and started drinking/smoking out on the patio and leave their beer cans/cigarette butts litterally, In my flowers. I was soooooooo mad. I moved out very quickly/unexpectedly/suddenly and the good church people I knew at the time who spent over 130 dollars on soil/dirt, an adorable little blue metal watering can, (I miss it the most) pots and plants (boy did I feel GUILTY when I heard that staggering total...) had to leave them all there and have never seen them again since I left their area to thank them!
I used to think you have to see to garden, but I know now that is not true. And if I ever get the chance again to have a garden, I want to grow red roses and pink daisies and all sorts of things.
As far as nature, I love it. I love the sound of rushing/running water. I dont get out in it enough, even though we have a park with a gargling creek right by my house...And I will never forget my favorite summer camp located deep in the hills/vineyards of Napa, California. After an almost ten year absence from it, about eight months ago I was able to return there. I roamed around, hiked, rode horses which I have not done in forever. No city traffic noises, just birds, which I also love the sound of...
Amazing topic, hope it comes back to life.
Edited by sfbaysinger, 16 April 2012 - 12:27 PM.