Greetings dear hivers of the C/Hiver Garden, it is a magnificent weekend that I am enjoying in my planetary garden, after my morning meditation I sit down to do some maintenance and contemplate my precious, precious and exquisite plants. They are a diversity that transmit their natural fluidity to me, to my soul, the fragrance of the flowers and the beauty of their petals, cloying my life with this productive environment that enhances my happiness.
The special motivation of the week is the blooming of the desert rose with its spectacular size and colour, it is red and black at the edge of the petals. It is a triple rose, the result of a cross generated by the pollination of two flowers, one red and one black. I have an important reference to tell you. In the first flowering, the plant gave me the gift that all its roses were red. This time, the novelty is that they are red, black, when exposed to the sun, the photochromatism transforms them with velvety pink shades. How wonderful it is to know their potential as mutant plants. At the moment, I enjoy it inside my living room. What's more, I protect it from the rain so that its flowering does not deteriorate. I make this personal reference, I love these plants. I have in my inventory, twenty-one plants with a particular characteristic, which are fifteen varieties of different chromatisms.
In this rainy period, I lost the small amount of six cuttings and three small seedlings that were born from several seeds that I undertook for their reproduction. They are protected by spraying every two or three days. In the previous flowering, the mealy bug did not allow the flowering to proceed with its remarkable, spectacularly. So I prevented myself, the damage to my plants to have this fabulous and happy result with my Adeniums. The plants in my planetary garden are like women. They are delicate by nature; they have to be cared for at all times. Yes, the garden has to be cared for. I have a lot of zeal and dedication to maintain the extraordinary splendour in my home. My garden is my home.
It is a satisfaction, sweating, stretching the muscles of the legs, bending down to pick up the dry leaves on the grass, changing the plant pots, pruning at the culmination of this waning of the moon. I am watchful of the change of the moon; I like to work during the waning of the moon. The rains, here in the middle Orinoco, are recurrent. The productive courtyard is constantly drenched by rain. I have to pull up the weeds with my hands, which is gymnastics that frees me from possible stress and toxins in the body. Yes, it is a wonderful physical exercise that frees me from my toxic thoughts, as I exchange opinions with my friends and family. As I sweat, the toxins fall into the soil, it is watered to become compost for the soil. My garden, with the production of its beauty, recreates, distracts and expands the naturalness of the green vegetation with the song of the birds that are here from sunrise to sunset with its special source of encounter. Here, my personal life is enhanced.
To add colour to my publication, I have the pink rose in bloom. With the red and pink calla lilies. This is the meaning of my spiritual empowerment. I have results of the growth of my purpose in the planetary garden of my home. It is wonderful, to have the knowledge and the knowledge of the cultural heritage of the herbalist to have the identity of spiritual blossoming in every project I undertake. I am happy with my triple black red Adenium.
Thank you for being and being in my home garden.
REFERENCES: The photographic samples taken with my Realme Pro 7 phone are my property.
Caicara del Orinoco, Bolivar, Venezuela