Since I was a child, I have been surrounded by fabulous gardens. At my maternal grandmother’s house in the countryside and in Budapest as well, we have always passed the time in beautiful flower gardens.

I remember the scent of the lilac wisteria, the pink of the peony bush and the harmony of the many colorful flowers, just like a beautiful still life.

My mother’s garden is also enchanting at all times of the year. And anyone who knows me,
knows that no morning Insta-post is complete without flowers:-)

“Love the flower,
And fear not your heart,
For who he loves it,
cannot be a bad man;”
Sándor Petőfi