Home is where heart is... and heart is where garden is..

For me... "Home is where garden is...".

I enjoy majority of my personal time in my garden, either working on it or admiring it. I was raised in city mostly with landscape of sky scrapers painted across the skyline, and having home with space to accommodate a garden was quite challenging Or we would be travelling every year or two to a new place(as my Dad used to serve on Indian Air force), so raising an established garden was never a reality though my Parents loved to own one. Yet, because of my background of belonging to family of farmers, I have inbuilt appetite for nature. My both set of grandparents were farmers and spending time with them was one of the most priced and cherishable moments of my childhood. So admiring nature and helping it grow was there in my blood....

Though I am no way even close to the amount of knowledge my Grandparents or my even Parents have in raising a garden, but I am curious learner. Every time I find out about new species of flaura, or one of my plant is dead or every time my plants are not flowering or fruiting I am curious to learn as to why..

Having a passion is one thing and you having support of your family to grow your passion is different. I love my gardens even more because its done and maintained by me and my family. We have handpicked each and every one of the species of plants you are about to see and planted and maintained it ourselves with no external help. I have learned about each one of my green babies over the years. After raising them for years now I know what their needs are. Though my family at times think that I am crazy and suffer from some kind of Obsessive Gardening Disorder but majority of times they are with me:).

Being raised in Tropical weather I was only aware of tropical plants until I moved to United States. East Coast weather where I have made my home for past 15 years has introduced me to different set of Flaura. Its not easy when almost half of the year your garden is in dormant state and as weather is getting warmer you have no clue which of your darlings are going to make its way and see the light of sun and which of them couldn't survive the harshness of winter. With our kind of weather I am always prepared to see some causalities each winter.

You don't need formal training in horticulture to raise a garden but there are many a times when I wished I had one. When none of my efforts are working or when there are questions I struggle to find answers for. But I have learnt over the years that there is no better way than to nurture your garden with love because they feel you and they respond to your love.

Today I am here to share the garden I raised for almost 9 years.... Garden I have spent my Springs, Summers and Autumns for last 9 years... raising, admiring and cherishing it to the bits. Garden which is very close to my heart!



Starting with some of my garden friends who love to make a visit .. and I love hosting them and having them over...