A Summer Morning,potting and repotting

Don't you all dream of Tulips on your windowsill and Peppers on your rooftop?I do dream of them day in and day out.Dreams without wings,where i dont have windowsills nor rooftops
For me even something as gravel in a ceramic tray, raked into a pattern,can be called a garden.

Balcony and my little terrace are the two hearts of my house.I am extremely happy for the luxury of having both.
A place of possibilities, of beginnings, of earthy aromas and work- smeared hands, where ingredients are mixed and marinated.This is where the day begins and ends, where plants get their start, where harvests are gathered,where i get wet in rain,hear to the birds chirping.
This is where I anticipate the coming of spring by sowing seeds, where I seek shelter from my nostalgic thoughts, and where I make notes of the week's gardening activities. 

All I need is a bit of functional space where you can comfortably work and wile away the hours.
Of course, sometimes I relish just sitting there -- relaxing in my rocker, listening to the patter of rain on the roof, patiently watching my garden grow.
Now Potting,Repotting and Propagating keeps me busy.

Whole summer morning on Sunday was busy doing all this.It was a pending work which had to done weeks before.
Broken pots serve as bedding and provide drainage,Money plant waiting to be repottedMy instruments for mixing and marinating


Ferns are repotted,they had really outgrown their pot.Coriander seeds waiting to be sownWhorls of the pot,Can you smell the earthen aroma,its intoxicating,I love itFavourite broomstick broom
Succulents basking in glory in sunlight
As the plants get rejuvenated,u feel energetic,try it urself.