There are numerous hobbies. Some are fond of singing. Others like to draw pictures. Some collect stamps and old coins while others take interest in collecting poetry pieces or purchasing old books. The young are fond of playing outdoor games and visiting pictures. The old take delight in walking and gossiping. In short, there are as many hobbies as there are persons.
My hobby is something different from others. I love gardening. I am so fond of it that it has become my life and breath. I cannot live without it. The flower-beds, the grassy lawns and the young plants and trees have great influence upon me. My small garden is so lovely that I do something in it daily to add to its beauty. It takes most of my leisure time.
I have prepared many beds and plots. Each bed is picture-like containing different kinds of flowers. In the plots there are different kinds of trees. The garden is surrounded by hedges. Seeing my great interest in gardening, my father has kept a gardener to guide me. The sight of flowers and the trees fills my heart with pleasure, because they are the fruit of my labour.
My hobby has taught me a great deal about plant life. I have come to know the wonders of the plant life. Today I know the numerous varieties of plants and flowers. For me the garden has become the book of nature. I have learnt the art of vegetable cultivation. When my garden yields fruit and vegetables I feel proud that I have solved the food problem to some extent. My good health makes me feel that no other physical exercise is so delightful as working in a garden. Again my hobby amuses me. It recreates my mind. Botany has become a very interesting subject for me.
On holidays I work hours and hours together...