On Saturday afternoon I collected a large quantity of leaves from the oregano plant, placed them in a container to dry them indoors effectively and efficiently, not exposing them to the sun's rays in order to maintain the nourishing and medicinal properties. The procedure I carry out consists of asking the plant for permission, after this ritual I continue with my hands, washed with soap and water; I grab the branches with a closed fist, without breaking the plant to collect the small leaves. I usually do this at the end of the waning moon. This time I picked the oregano leaves at the beginning of the waxing moon. I process the oregano and distribute it in my kitchen, I use it in my morning infusion and in the seasoning of all my meals. I share it with my daughters 
This Sunday morning, I woke up to a rain that did not allow me early access to go out into my garden, as the paradigm was broken. So, I snuggled into the blanket, tried to meditate and let myself go with the flow of breath and relaxation into deep sleep.
As a lover of my productive garden, I feel that the bean plant is bidding farewell to this season. I thank it for its nobility and proceed to clear the dry stems of the vine. In the process of clearing the plant, I untangle the Gardenia plants (Gardenia jasminoides). They are covered by the vine with a tangle that makes me sweat profusely. Finally, I finish the task and look inside, there is a nest of warblers. They sing melodies in the night and in the early morning they are an impressive alarm clock. In truth, I don't know if the plant was protecting the nest. Because the marvellous nature is a prodigy of beauties.
The triple black red desert rose (Adenium obesum) bids farewell with its last flower with a slight double or single pink expression. They are unusual and astonishingly beautiful, their mutant plant characteristics recreate my soul and I enjoy this moment with singular emotion. It is a pleasure to have my planetary garden alive with their colours in front of the universe. The brusca plants (Petiveria alliiacea), raised their stems with their branches covered with flowers and pods. These plants remain in my garden because of their patrimonial presence, they have a familiar, immutable presence.
The project of my garden is to produce flowers, roses, carnations, jasmines; medicinal and fruit plants are also reproduced. Here, the pink rose (Rosa Damascena Millefolium). Is kept alive. It connects with the sun's rays without any prevention.
In the afternoon, I clear the weeds and the positive frequency of the pleasant atmosphere is perceived, every cleaning that is done in the house is nice, what is not nice is the empty pocket. Money has to be called in to have abundant food, health, and prosperity in the family.
To close the circle of this Sunday work, I remove the plants from their place, in case any of them do not feel well with the climate change, their leaves are damaged, some pests affect them, I spray them with insecticide. I add nutrients to the pots to recharge the power of their roots and stems. It is a pleasure to feel the energy of my plants in my soul. Their beauty strengthens my life every day, from the moment I get up to the moment I lie down on my bed.
It is healthy, to be able to write this Sunday about the benefit of the natural greenery of my planetary garden. I feel emotionally at peace.
Thank you for being, and being in the abundant well-being and peace of mind of the garden of home
REFERENCES: The photographic samples taken with my Realme Pro 7 phone are my property.
Caicara del Orinoco, Bolivar, Venezuela