A garden is a feeling of belonging, being connected to a tiny, little seed and to the huge sky vaulting over my head. Just in between I have my paradise. Yes, that is what I call my reality. From my garden I have a view to a constantly changing stage; the lake surrounded by mountains with a glimpse of the ocean far behind. Actually, today I had planned to show the gazebo we are about to finish, but then I was derailed by the view – as happens all the time. I cannot walk around the house without my camera available. It is an addiction.
Early in the morning, when daylight reveals the landscape, fog is hanging low over the lake.
The stage is ready for the next performance. The lead actor is the sun – and the rain.
Such experienced actors, they make this play unforgettable – again – and again – showing the magic of reality.