My grandmother has a garden, a big, and colorful garden. When I go to he house there is always something new growing up. It is full of flowers and trees, she loves to enjoy the smell of the flowers, the sound of the birds and the calm that she can found there.
It is a really big garden (3 ha) and it is different every season of the year, but the best season is spring, because the garden is full of a lot of flowers, and a lot of smells and colors.
When I go to her house and I wake up, she is already down stairs, you can see her from the window, she puts a chair outside and she just sits there, and enjoy the day.
When people goes to visit her she always shows them around, and she sits them in the garden, and they just have a cup of coffee but they always have a pleasant evening.
Also sometimes she gathers some figs from the fig tree and eat it, I think this is one of the most valuable possessions of her. Because she loves her garden, she is always taking care of it, she is always seeing what new plant is growing, I think the garden makes her feel pace full, and happy.
I love to see her enjoying her garden, and I also love being there. All of her grandsons had been in her garden and we always play a lot of things there, so I think she remembers beautiful moments when she sits there, because sometimes she is sitting there and you can see how she suddenly smiles, and you can see her eyes glowing.
I love that garden because it makes my grandma happy.