熱愛自然園藝的長者 An elderly gardening enthusiast- Jane

Her smile and the peaceful demeanor suggest she is someone who finds happiness in her surroundings and the life she has cultivated, much like her garden.

2024.05.18

珍站在她的花園門口，這是她用愛心培養了三十多年的地方。她的頭髮現在是一頭銀白色的鬃毛，柔和地框著她的臉，每一絲頭髮都見證了她所經歷的歲月和她所擁有的智慧。她的眼睛，雖然因年齡而略顯暗淡，但仍然閃爍著年輕時那種堅定獨立和好奇心的火花。

每天早晨，珍都會在破曉時分前往她的花園，她的雙手熟練且確定，照顧著花園中繽紛的花朵和草藥。這座花園不僅僅是一塊土地；它是她生活的織錦，記錄著每一個過去的季節。每一株植物都有一個故事，從提醒她和孫子們一起度過的夏天的向日葵，到她為已故丈夫種植的玫瑰灌木。

今天，當珍在剛開始綻放的丁香花旁停下來時，她回想起即將舉行的花園派對。這是她的一個年度傳統，聚集老朋友和新相識在她的小天地中。今年特別重要；這標誌著自從她搬進森林旁的老小屋以來已經五十年了，這是她把一所房子變成家的地方。

隨著太陽爬升，照亮她那經常走過的小路，珍開始為她的客人做準備。她修剪樹籬，擺放老木椅，並用花園裡新鮮剪下的花朵裝飾桌子。每走一步，她的心都充滿了自豪感——不僅為她創造的美麗，也為她在這片綠洲周圍建立的社區。

當客人開始到來時，珍用她那溫暖、開放的笑容迎接他們，每一個問候都是她豐富生活經緯的另一條線，每一個時刻都是她不斷繁盛花園中的一朵花朵。

Jane stood by her garden gate, a place she had nurtured with love for over three decades. Her hair, now a silvery mane, framed her face softly, each strand a testament to the years she had lived and the wisdom she carried. Her eyes, though slightly dimmed by age, still sparkled with the same fierce independence and curiosity that had defined her youth.

Every morning, Jane would venture into her garden at the break of dawn, her hands skilled and sure as they tended to the vibrant array of flowers and herbs. The garden was more than just a patch of land; it was a tapestry of her life, woven with memories of every season that had passed. Each plant had a story, from the sunflowers that reminded her of summers spent with her grandchildren to the rose bush she had planted in memory of her late husband.

Today, as she paused by the lilac whose buds were just beginning to bloom, Jane reflected on the upcoming garden party she was hosting. It was an annual tradition, one that gathered old friends and new acquaintances in her little sanctuary. This year was special; it marked fifty years since she first moved into the old cottage by the woods, the very place she had turned from a house into a home.

As the sun climbed higher, casting light over her well-worn path, Jane set about preparing for her guests. She trimmed the hedges, set out the old wooden chairs, and decorated the tables with jars of fresh-cut flowers from her garden. With each step, her heart swelled with pride—not just for the beauty she had created, but for the community she had built around this green haven.

When the guests began to arrive, Jane welcomed them with her warm, open smile, each greeting another thread in the rich fabric of her life, each moment a blossom in her ever-flourishing garden.

My Name is Jane.