Like strings of pearls this week, I love the rich dark green of their foliage, but most of all, their brilliant white bell-flowers.
I was sipping my coffee this morning, outside, and noticing just how ‘personal’ my garden is. Everything is just about ready to bloom and I was enjoying that sense of anticipation and surprise. I was also thinking about this property and while considering selling and buying something small….I mean, this is relatively small in comparison to so much real estate….but, I mean EVEN smaller…I look at what ‘magic’ occurs every year in the gardens, and this morning, I think it would be a ridiculous thing to move from my home base.
For example, Pat gave me the Lily of the Valley from her own gardens. She is an amazing gardener, someone I aspire to be like, in terms of knowledge and work ethic. Always planning and scheming, Pat does ALL of the labour herself. And four years ago, she gave me a few sticks of Lily of the Valley while she was thinning hers out. I love how I’ve tucked them into the shade of my Catoni Aster bushes…an area of the garden where I will one day have a cool armchair and I will sit and sip my coffee and read a book and swat mosquitoes! Thank you, Pat. I love that you and your friendship and your fun-loving spirit are a part of my garden!