The other part of the garden was where my grandmother was growing all the vegetables: Tomatoes, beans, cucumber, carrots, onions, peas, pumpkins, zucchini, and on the wall there was the space for the blackberries. Hmmmm, so good!!! Every morning and evening when the sun was settling into the evening sky she would water her beautiful flowers and veggies. She never complained once about all the comitments she had. In the early days, we would go together to the vineyards on her bike. I remember the fresh air and the dust from the unpaved paths, I also remember the smell of the soil after the rain has passed. Awwww!!! Again, my grandmother never complained once. I guess her being connected and immersed so much in nature, she inherently knew of the cycles of the earth and its elements and therefore life itself.