The other day, I was thinking about the word garden. “Of course you were”, Marc said.
In a garden in the Caribbean plants are growing just as they are in the rest of the jungle. Although some are planted and some are organized, to be able to get through, they all seem to grow wild. With the functional purpose that Mother Earth gave them. Medicinal food is just outside your window.
In Sweden, we cut the grass short and grow colourful flowers in different rows for beauty. And that is also the picture I get in my head when I think about the word trädgård (garden).
One word. Many perceptions.
What does a garden look like where you are?