We are so grateful for this little secluded corner of the world that we now call home. After years and years of living in apartments high above ground, we finally have our own patch of green grass, our own little garden to tend. There are bees, and birds, and the neighbours’ cat who visits occasionally. There are pots with fragrant herbs, and a dwarf lemon tree that we have just planted, hoping to have sweet lemons next winter. A gorgeous frangipani will be in bloom very soon. I am slowly finding out that I do not actually suffer from a complete absence of the green thumb, and that almost all of my plants are actually thriving.
But the best part of having the backyard is that the little one can roam free and be outside whenever he wants. He loves watching the ants crawl along the pavement, loves chasing the birds, trying to offer them berries to eat, loves watering the plants. He looks for ladybugs, butterflies, lizards and “paaaaidi” (spiders). He runs away from anything that buzzes, screaming. Whatever we are doing out there, he is right in the middle of it, offering a “helping” hand. And to see him play in our backyard, grow and learn new things about this world every single day is such joy.
Here are a few of those precious moments, captured.
