I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven every time I walk my gardens each morning. There always seems to be some new delight that awaits me.
Today it was the hydrangea that blooms white and then turns to the softest pink. I tried to capture it in the photo above, but will try again as you can just see a hint of it. It is so sweet in person. I almost squealed out loud when I saw it!
The Daylily’s are also so close to blooming. I love the stage when they are buds, just ready to burst at the seems.
And then my little baby Robin’s. Oh dear! They are now practically teenagers, ready to fly from the nest very, very soon. I’m going to hate to see them go. But in my research on Robin’s it says they lay one to three hutches a season. So perhaps I’ll get lucky and Mr. Robin will take Mrs. Robin out on a romantic date…. and well…. you know!
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The first thing I thought of this morning was wondering if my rose, close to opening yesterday, had opened fully yet. But first things first, and Kylie and Gidget needed to be fed.
But then out the patio door I went and oh! what a glorious site to see tons of new buds and these two beauties greeting me.
Aren’t they just the sweetest, softest, daintiest roses? I think they were made just for faeries! I have a feeling there is going to be one grand tea party when these all bloom.
In fact, I do think I heard a wee bit of excited chatter coming from below which makes me think the fairy committee is in the planning stages already!
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Existing perennial garden spruced up with a few new plants and chocolate mulch
As I write you today, I’m listening to Pandora radio, station of Doris Day.
Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong century or perhaps I lived another life. I love this type of music, nostalgia, vintage and old things. I think it’s perhaps why reading Susan Branch’s trilogy memoir recently resonated with me. So much so, I can’t get the books, her house on Martha’s Vineyard, and her way of life out of my head!
It’s a good thing though. There is something so comforting in her writing and how she lives a simple life.
And her gardens, well, I was so jealous (a good jealous!) when I saw photos on her blog.
And then I realized (terrible me!) that I posted photos on Facebook earlier this week of our new landscaping, but didn’t share here on my blog for you, my dear readers, as I had promised. I’m going to blame it on all the excitement and menopausal brain. Grin.
But since our landscaping has been complete I’m feeling like Susan Branch with a bit of Tasha Tudor and Beatrix Potter rolled in. In fact, John has been calling me Tasha Jr. as I work on keeping up with the watering (tee hee!).
But every morning, I can hardly wait to open the blinds and look outside. And sometimes I just want to cry – happy tears, of course.
I’ve always been a homebody and I can’t help but think back to when times were tough with the economy crash in 2008. We were scared of losing John’s construction business and our home. But we hunkered down and knew we could ride the storm out and live frugally. And we did.
And in many ways we still do. But having landscaping done has been all the more sweeter when we think about the tough times. We are appreciating it and enjoying it even more now.
I keep pinching myself when I walk around my writing cottage each day as I take in all the beauty of the sweet little shrubs and the perennials that will bloom in the near future. When we built my little space in 2007 we had planned to add plants, but then had to buckle down with the bad economy.
I’m especially tickled pink at the rock hill that leads down to the egress window of our lower level (well, okay, also known as a basement – but it does not feel that way because it is all fixed up).
Downstairs is where I hold my SoulCollage(r) workshops and the view out the window now is stunning! Here is the view below looking out from lower level.
It feels like the outside is part of the inside, and I couldn’t be happier!
When my friend, Shannon stopped over the other night, I gave her a tour around the house. She said, “I remember when we got new landscaping at our house up north. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world!”
And you know what? That is exactly it! I, too, feel like the luckiest girl in the world!
