The Slow Garden on My Balcony

Last spring, I moved into a small flat in the city, and I missed the green fields of my hometown.

Instead of complaining, I decided to turn my narrow balcony into a tiny garden.

At first, I only planted a few herbs in old pots, because I did not want to spend too much money.

However, as the weeks passed, I noticed that watering the plants each morning helped me feel calm before work.

I started to wake up ten minutes earlier just to check the new leaves.

Growing tomatoes taught me patience, since they took nearly three months to turn red.

When I picked the first one, it tasted better than anything from the supermarket.

My neighbour, an old man who has gardened for forty years, told me to talk to the plants, and I laughed at first.

Now I understand what he meant, because slow care brings quiet joy.

Gardening is not about speed; it is about paying attention to small changes every day.