MONOMAD - Me, myself, my garden and I

This so-called chaos actually has its own order. Everything has its place, even if it’s not drawn on paper. Nature knows better than I do where things should grow. I used to plan, draw lines, and measure distances. Now I just let things find their spot. And somehow, they always do.

My garden is a mix of colors, scents, and small surprises. One day it’s a bee diving into a flower, the next, it’s a butterfly that refuses to leave. Sometimes I find plants growing from last year’s seeds, hidden in the soil, waiting for their moment. It’s a reminder that life continues even when I don’t pay attention.

Spending time there gives me peace. I don’t rush. I don’t think about work or plans. I just listen to the wind, the buzzing, and sometimes the quiet. The garden doesn’t demand anything, yet it gives a lot back.

It’s funny how something that looks wild can feel more organized than anything else in life. Maybe that’s why I love it so much.