this is a very personal post. I spent all my childhood holidays at this garden. It was my grandmother´s garden at a village near Barcelona. It was full of roses , oleanders and pines. They were three little ponds, and hibiscus and daisies bushes. Since my grandmothers death the garden begun his decadence.
My cousin built up a new house in the same land, next to the old one. Every summer I go to visit her and the view of our childhood garden makes me feel a bit nostalgic.