Saturday I found this young femake blackbird in my allotmentgarden, barely alive, with a broken leg. She died. I burried her near the mulch place.
She brought me a spiriual message, a lesson to learn. Thank you litttle one!
Photos made in my allotmentgarden, june 2018, VTV de Boerderij, Rotterdam Nesselande.
I am used to go to my allotmentgarden late at frydaynight, after a hard days (week) work. So I see my little apples in the moonlight, I smell the overwelming perfume of the jasmine and the delicate scent of the white roses in the dark. Time to relax and enjoy a good nights sleep and the next morning it is time to pick herbs for morning tea and to collect strawberrys and red and black berrys for breakfast.
Renting the allotmentgarden and buying the little gardenhouse on it, was one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life!
Please tell me, do you have an allotmentgarden? And how do you feel about that?