It all became clear already yesterday – it’s over. And you feel keenly
that bereavements are all around us. It’s about relatives, health, love, job
or a dream. It’s important not to lose...

But there is always a melody that could able to awaken your
inner spirit. Inspiring. Not to get going or change something.
But simply move on. In order to find a peace in heart.
Even though for a few moments. But they are yours. And they fill you out.

Then you can just enjoy the moments of silence.
You are able to feel this moment of life.
To feel yourself into this moment.
Somebody call it meditation.
I call it Gardenmonia.
The energy that fills the home of my life.

Gardenmonia — inspiration in every moment.

Sometimes it seems that time is never-ending. Especially when you're only 5 years old.
And mamma is the main woman in your little life. And she is only yours!
I always feel her warmth. Her words touch my soul gently.

As a child, it was so hard to imitate her. As a teenager it was so easy to argue with her.
But only being adult I began to understand her value. I became aware of my frailty.
And one fine day a new life has arised in me. I became a mother.

It opens out all your tenderness. And make you feel closer to your nature.
Nature that gives you feeling of completeness. When Gardenmonia is inside you.

Gardenmonia — inspiration in every moment.

It’s so pleasantly to dance with your hands to the sides!
And you know for sure that you’ll become a ballet dancer.
It’s so simple to poussette and to feel with bare feet wetness of the ground.
Huge trees whisper legends and sopite the wind in your hair.
And you feel the beauty of yourself and of the land flooded with sunlight.

This are the moment of joy and warmth which you’ll never forget.
They will form your personality.
This is Gardenmonia created by my parents.
Gardenmoniav in the courtyard of our house.

Gardenmonia — inspiration in every moment.

Happiness can be peaceful. Like soft words whisper, spoken in your ear
by your darling, about which only you know. Happiness can be loud
as the cry of a newborn. Provocative. And also unexpected or fatal.
But it’s always connected with her...

She fills me up. By her natural melody of the soul.
By her single ogle. This peaceful happiness
lulls the fear of the unknown.

This is love. And even much more — Gardenmonia.
The art of seeing happiness around you.

Gardenmonia — inspiration in every moment.

I make tea or coffee. And by the time I pour
hot drink yourself into a mug, my darling gives me
her morning kiss and make juicy sandwich.

A breeze flirting with a curtain. The sun is about
to shine even brighter. I know that in a couple of minutes
my gloomy 7-year-old daughter will wake up. She does not like mornings.
And I love to take her to school in the morning.

These are the moments of joy and warmth that I’m able to see.
My life consists from these beautiful things.
It’s Gardenmonia created by me.
Gardenmonia from the window of my house.

Gardenmonia — inspiration in every moment.

— Hello!
— Hello.
— It's funny that just 5 minutes ago, I pictured to myself a girl like you.
— Pictured what for?
— For love.
Then I thought it was strange. But the really strange thing
is that 10 years later, I still love his voice. His gaze. Manful and keen. I always see the smile in his eyes even with his brows puckered. He is the family man. My lover and mu husband. This use to be my dreams. And now it’s our children. Our home. And our garden. Life is so natural if you you are not afraid of your desires.
This is Gardenmonia created by us.
The art of living happily.

Gardenmonia — inspiration in every moment.