Every day after waking up, I water the plants on the roof of my house. There are many plants. It’s…
Every day after waking up, I water the plants on the roof of my house. There are many plants. It’s a little world of green that I’ve slowly built with my own hands, one pot at a time. Some mornings, the sun rises softly through the branches, and the air smells fresh with dew. Other days, the wind is strong, shaking the leaves as if they’re dancing. But no matter the weather, watering them has become one of the most peaceful moments of my day.
The roof used to be an empty, silent space, but now it’s filled with life—flowers in every color, herbs that fill the air with fragrance, and small trees growing steadily toward the sky. When I walk among them, I feel like I’m stepping into a quiet garden far away from the noise of daily life. Each plant has its own story: the ones that grew easily, the ones I struggled to keep alive, and the ones that surprised me with new leaves when I thought they had given up.
Taking care of them has taught me patience. Plants don’t rush. They grow quietly, slowly, and steadily. They don’t complain, but they show their needs through their leaves, their soil, and their colors. And somehow, in caring for them, I’ve learned to slow down too—to breathe, to observe, and to appreciate the small things.
Watering them every morning reminds me that growth takes time. It reminds me that life, no matter how busy or stressful, still has gentle moments waiting to be noticed. These plants depend on me, but I depend on them too. They bring calm to my mind, beauty to my home, and joy to my everyday routine.
It’s a simple ritual, but it starts my day with peace.
