Wild nature in my garden.

Today I decided to write about the nature in my garden, reading @JonicaBradley's post I found that her theme suggested wild nature, so today I will tell you about my wild jungle.

My life runs in a very emotional way, in the mornings I am in my office taking care of the people who, although they are few, come to be scanned with my ultrasound equipment. Then in the afternoons my attention is for the plants in my jungle. I leave to attend to some forms of life and go to others, both bring me much satisfaction.

When I am in the jungle of my passions I dive so deep that I fly. Sometimes I spend so many hours at a time in my garden looking, mowing, cutting, setting aside, multitasking, that eventually I get a sunstroke, I've become dehydrated, and I haven't realized it until I step out of my jungle and into the house.

I called my garden a jungle because I have plants of different sizes and it has happened that people come to my door and yell loudly to get my attention, since I’m inside my house, and of course as I am in the thick of my jungle they don't see me.  Until I quietly answer them causing them a scare that I can't even tell them about.

I affectionately call my garden "my jungle" because it is full of plants, and when I spend many hours in it it seems that I was lost in the thick of the jungle.

My son used to come out of the house and, knowing that I have been dehydrated on several occasions, he would offer me a glass of cold water. Both he and I are water lovers, we like juice, from different fruits, but cold water has always been our passion. To the point that he never left home without bringing a cooler with cold water and I used to take mine with me to work.

Today we go shopping together and he immediately takes out my water bottle and his for the road.

Once in my jungle I spend happy moments thinking about the decorations I can make with the plants. I also transplant them to the delight of the customers who always come to buy my plants.

There was a time when my garden was plagued by snails. As a nature lover, I have never liked to attack the life forms in my garden, but snails and slugs I could not tolerate since in a single night they wiped out all the plants that I was able to maintain for months.

The snails would take over the succulents and move from one plant to the next consuming the leaves in pieces, then each plant looked like a cut up map and those plants I could no longer sell. They had to be restored, but while I was doing that the snails would come back and tear them apart.

Know that I hated them. To the point that I started chasing them to put salt in their path to prevent them from passing on to my plants, but they proliferate in the thousands per day.

Moving on to another point, I also hated toads and frogs. I would not allow them in my garden. They disgusted me so much that just the sight of them made me cranky. I also put salt on them, I don't know where I learned that they are animals that like humidity and salt dehydrates them  but so began my war to the death against frogs and toads.

It was rainy times, back then. I would salt them and the rain would wash them away, but my war was relentless. I chased them all over the jungle, every plant was removed from its place, dug up and when I saw the frogs or toads I immediately threw salt on them. It was my shotgun hunt with salt bullets for these ferocious, creepy, harmful animals, bodies with disgusting warts and faces with clown mouths.

It was a traumatic experience to fight hand to hand with such savage creatures... Until the unexpected happened. The production of snails began to gradually decrease. My plants were being saved in some inexplicable way for me.

I immediately remembered that lizards eat garden insects and that's why I love them, I started reading about toads and found some very important information about their menu preference for snails and slugs.

I realized my mistake. Toads and frogs are ugly and disgusting but they were not attacking my plants, they were protecting my jungle and they came to my rescue. So facing my fears, I kept reading about their habits and provided them with moist environments to live peacefully in my jungle and so it was.

The toad family grew. There was a mom, a dad and three kids. Every day they would go out to a small pool of water that formed in the center of my jungle when it rained. My son and I could see them there and my son named each one of them.

Know that the snails and slugs disappeared without me ever doing anything against them again and that the toad family was living peacefully in the jungle… until other wild animals appeared, the felines took over my jungle at night and have gradually exterminated the toad family.

Another all-out war against the invading felines in my big jungle begins.

And this is my post about the wild nature of my garden, I hope you liked it and that it serves for the theme of the week proposed by our friend @JonicaBradley.

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