I hide summer behind the gate.

I hide summer behind the gate.

In the morning, she sent me a photo of a gentle girl on a colorful bicycle like the teens, "Where did you take my summer?" I laughed, "I didn't take summer anywhere, I just hide it behind the gate." That's right!

My summer, after hours of work, is busy moments inside the half-closed gate, where countless secrets between me and them are kept, silent friends who love me dearly, only the whispers of the wind, the murmur of water, and occasionally a few chirping birds accompany us.
Most of the time, we share silent #flowers #gardening #rain understanding, emotions overflowing... in sunshine, in rain, and sometimes when storms come. At those times, I stand there helplessly, they tremble and look at me comforting, "It's okay, we will eventually find peace, behind the gate."

Many people, when hurt, disappointed with life, and sometimes with themselves, try to heal those pains in many ways.
By some serendipitous way, I found healing for myself through unconscious connection with nature.

On beautiful sunny days, I often stay in the garden whenever I have free time, we confide in each other like friends. We complement each other's shortcomings, I make the garden more beautiful and lively, while they, with the magical remedy of nature, gently heal my mind every day.

On rainy days, sitting on the porch watching the flowers, I feel the subtle and purifying beauty of nature in the rain. Each raindrop is like a miracle, washing everything around like a message about impermanence, all problems will be solved.

Summer, I bury myself in the flowers and leaves, one day, a larger thorn than usual pierced my little finger deeply, painful, I got angry and threw away the branches I was cutting, suddenly I spread my hands to look at them, then got angry at myself and felt my heart constricted, "Why am I so different now?" Suddenly, I wanted to shed my outer shell, to be as vulnerable as before, to cry for a prick, to be cared for, small and truly clumsy. Strong for what behind the door?

But then just a few seconds later I thought differently, just be yourself whether weak, strong, or whatever, just be foolish, just love like the poet Nguyen Thien Ngan once wrote: " now just go stupid,
life will compensate you for everything Compensate for clear eyes with unexpected kindness
Compensate for love without calculation with someone waiting for you
However it is
Compensation for the closed door with another open door
Compensate for you without a little doubt With someone who loves you more than anything
The bits of love you picked up from the past."

My summer, behind the gate, are the silent things, kept for myself.