See below for translation
Pas en français
[Not in French]
I understand that French is all the rage right now, it seems that almost every second blog I read has a French feel to it. It’s delightful, and I am enamoured. Well, the burlap trend may be starting to wilt a little, thank goodness for that. I wondered how long the wedding favours made of burlap would last…hmmm.
But in Dutch:
I have a Dutch background, and so does Gar, so I have decided to forgo trends today, and go with a Dutch translation for my post headline. And have you ever used Google Translate? Oh my what fun, especially if you ask it to speak out loud. We learned French all the way through school, but not having a occasion to use it, mine is beyond rusty… So here I was translating languages, and having a great time, it’s good that Google can do this for me, my Dutch is even worse then my French.
What does the header say?
“Life began in a garden.”
It’s one of my favourite quotes.
Time spent in a garden is never wasted:
We spend a lot of time in our little patio garden during the spring days, Gar is the muscle, and I am the designer. “Can you move that pot over here, no there, no….just a few inches over that way.” He’s very patient, and understanding, and did I mention strong?
He’s strong, and patient, and willing, and for a guy who really isn’t into plants he’s good.
Gar’s real idea of a dream garden might include a BBQ, maybe a fire pit. A place to relax, unwind, have a cool drink.
While my dream garden is replete with flowering plants, and secluded benches to while away the afternoon, I am sure that his isn’t.
And then we have the Boo, who’s idea of a garden is a little closer to the ground. Towering trees, and gracefully bending grasses to nibble on, leaves to chase. Places to have a secret nap, while keeping a close eye on us humans as we toil in the dirt.
It’s life in a garden, and it’s ours.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams