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My first garden, what a memorable proposal, the first one was my mother's garden. In a house in the area of Barlovento in Venezuela, the climate was very warm and there she planted red, white and pink roses in the center of the garden.

She had two cobblestones (stones piled up) on the sides of the roses, there she placed the clothes she washed, it was an ancestral trick to whiten them, taking advantage of the sun, she had tobos of soap in panela and every so often she sprayed that potion to the clothes so that they would be very white, surprising the pupils of the shining and paradisiacal fragrance of clean that thing that evokes the most natural of the natural, it is pine, it is sun, it is sky, it is air. It was indescribable.

That garden was taken care of by my uncle, all around the garden there were bushes that made a picture and the leaves of those bushes I remember that they were green with yellow spots, by the way, most of them, and the others with green spots. In the east of the garden there was a corridor delimited with stones that led to a cocoa plantation that was at the back, wait I just remembered, it was not only cocoa that was in that yard, there were bananas, cambures and red pears, delicious fruits with a refreshing acid that only occurred in that area for the convenience of the climate.

Finally, from that courtyard there was a beautiful tree and you know what? It was there where the people gathered during the main week of the year to burn Judas Iscariot, it was one of the largest trees in town, emblematic and that is why the custom of worshiping religion that mounts us to punish betrayal.
This was an amazing garden, with roses, stones, lots of grass and shrubs, she always took care of it and watered it, it was part of her life, it was very natural to find roses wherever she went and take them with her to show off their splendor in that sacred temple, built by her love for plants.