One of my favourite places of my home is my garden. For a Sydney home, it is rather large and inviting and I'm pretty sure, in terms of land, it is bigger than my actual house.
I have such fond memories of playing in my garden from morning till night. As a 4 year old, I would pick flowers and leaves and make little homes for the fairies to sleep in at night. At 8 years old, I would run away from my parents and sit behind the back foliage of the garden and conjure up a plan to run away for good. I never did. At 13, I would lie on the grass and look up at the clouds and see dragons fighting with each other, avoiding my homework in the process. At 16, I would invite all my friends over and we would lounge around the pool talking about boys and spreading gossip - oh how mean we used to be. At 21, I would lay with Stephen and play with my puppy as we chatted about the future and looked up at the stars.
My garden is a garden of memories for me. It is full of colour and full of life and I am so glad it is.
My garden is what makes my home. It is where we congregate in the summer, where we celebrate, where we rest, where we find ourselves again. There is no TV in the garden, no internet, no distractions. It is just nature and I being ourselves and loving each other like we ought.
My garden is my home.
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