Have you ever moved away from your loved and cared garden and had to start your journey over? I never had that experience so now I am totally confused.

Life is a bit chaotic in the middle of Europe so I decided to move abroad. Family, furniture and books already at a new location but garden cannot be packed and unpacked. I do not live too far from my organic Heaven so I can visit everyday and I must do it! I walked among the trees and sometimes just sat down for couple minutes to take a rest and watch what is happening?

Do you have time to sit down under your favorite tree and think about the “Why?”

My “whys” are sometimes so strange. Why do I keep working in my garden even when I have literally nothing to do there? Is this working process is just a way of being closer to my garden? Why am I looking for always the answers for my questions from Nature? Am I not smart enough with my smart phone to look for an answer on the internet or search for an influencer who shows whatever the gardener needs to know? Why do I feel rested and calm even when I am after a long day in the world outside? Which world is really my world? Do you have to decide between worlds and lifestyles?

My head is full of everything and one of the ideas was to start a blog and write about them. I am sure some of my posts will offer for you nothing but more questions. I am sorry about that. Mostly I am going to create posts about important and useful tips and tricks in the garden but sometimes I sit down and type whatever is in my mind. This moment is like that. I have just shared a short daily post in my Facebook group called Magtól a kamráig and still thinking about that German word: Löwenzahn. In Hungarian we call it pitypang and the English name Dandelion is even more musical. I must learn a lot in German, write and read, learn and learn. The most beautiful part of this difficult learning process is that I have to study my hobby, my job and my lifestyle, in one word – horticulture. Or I can say in German – Gartenbau. Harsh and sounds like crackling of branches in a dark wood.

I found a German word related to horticulture and I tried to read first. Well, I still haven’t finished the first twentysome letters. I am not going to give it up, I still have time to try.

I miss my garden, I miss the smell and the sound.

Gardens cannot move with us, my garden stays there.

They can grow again wherever we plant our roots.

The soul of my garden is always with me because the that soul is myself.