Enchanted garden. My enchanted garden. More like an obsession. An addiction that just gets “worse” and “worse” as the days, months, years go by. Sometimes I almost feel like my Mum.

Don’t want to be like her. Don’t want to put plants, flowers before people. I treasure relationships, having people I care about is really important to me.
Though the number of these people get less and less. While the number of plants in my garden keep increasing.

The first plants arrived exactly 2 years ago. Basically the guy just planted whatever he thought might survive the harsh winter up here. The next year I took matters into my own hands, and with the help of someone having plenty of experience in woodland gardens, the magic has begun.
Half an acre to be turned into my dream garden. Try not to rush things, tell myself it’s ok to do it bit by bit.

Twice a year we order huge quantities of plants to be planted, creating more and more flower borders, adding new grassy areas.
Real hard work, but it gives me immense pleasure seeing them grow, wondering around the gravel paths, inhaling the scent of the phloxes right now.
This time hundreds of asters have arrived, luckily most of them are in their places by now.
Few filipendulas are still waiting next to the astilbes under the shade of the oak trees. Hoping to receive some anemones, fell in love with them again this season.
Following the advice of the owner of the nursery, decided to wait till spring, him keeping them safe for me, and plant them the following year. It’s October already, winter is approaching.

The past few days were especially cold up in the mountains, 5 C in the morning, 8C in the afternoon, having a roaring fire is not an option anymore, it’s a must.
It’s wonderful to sit on the sofa next to the fire,sipping Baileys in my favorite crystal glass with plenty of ice. Almost dark, son is sound asleep in his room upstairs, dishwasher working quietly.

Me time, love it. From 9-11pm., just mine. That’s when I check out the new photos of my “Instagram Friends”, upload a few, chat and basically catch up on news.

Instagram, what a wonderful application. What was Facebook for me years ago, it’s Instagram now. I thoroughly enjoy seeing incredible photos from Norway to Hawaii, from all over the world.
It can be quite surreal, having a peek into other people’s life.

With some we share our love of nature, forest and ocean.
Some of us are obsessed with sunsets or fog. And there are the ones who take macro shots and some who can turn a photo into art. I love them all, do a bit of everything.
Follow a few who are fashionistas or food bloggers, just to add diversity to the group.
Otherwise it would be quite boring going through endless sunsets and misty gardens.

Got to take some photos of our little fox again. Yes, he is back. After almost 3 months, when all sorts of scenarios ran through my mind, like him getting caught by a dog, shot by a hunter, hit by a car, finally showed up again.
On a Saturday evening, just before it got dark. He is much bigger, but still as playful as ever. My nieces were here, it was such a treat for them as well, seeing a fox peeking into our living room through the glass and playing hide and seek with them.
That’s when I feel blessed.

I might be cold, distant, a real introvert, but animals, plants love me and I love them back.
They trust me and I trust them.
When I’m sad I walk around my garden, touching the bark of the oak trees, feeling their energy, hug them, talk to them. After some time I realize that I’m at peace, found my balance again.
When I am happy,I do the same, off to my garden, skipping down the paths, jumping over tree stumps, singing.
Mish calls me childish, according to him a real mother doesn’t skip and sing silly songs.
I am real alright, just from the Land of Enchanted…..