Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Flowers, pebble paths and birdbaths

This morning I am dreaming of spring...

ahhh, the smell of the fresh air, the birds chirping, fresh mulch, clean windows..

I really am dreaming.

I do love everything that comes with the arrival of spring. Everyone is excited to work in the yard, clean up the winter debris (ie. pine straw), plant a garden. This spring I'm trying to be ahead of the game; I've drawn a sketch of the things I'd like to achieve in our back yard. The first thing is to clean under our back deck. Jeff is going to enclose the mulched area with a brick wall. I plan to plant hostas, maybe some ivy and other green shrubs underneath. I also can't wait to hang our 2 hammock swings I scored at Plow and Hearth a few months ago. They are just like my Aunt Donna's she has hanging under her deck in PA. My girls love to sit there and swing all their cares away. It's a lovely feeling. I hope mine will be swinging soon.

I'd also love to have another shed in my backyard. I adore sheds, especially the little cottage sheds that look like litte pockets of paradise, perfect spot to tinker in the yard and enjoy quarts of lemonade in the heat of the summer.

I can envision this in my backyard, isn't it grand! My Mom always says she loves her little "rooms" in her backyard. I'm beginning to feel the same way. Something about looking out your window and seeing such delightful little spots, planted perfectly on your grass. I'll keep dreaming of my little cottage shed...



I'll close with this French Proverb very fitting for my garden dreaming today...

"If you would have a mind at peace, a heart that cannot harden, go find a door that opens wide upon a lovely garden."

Hope your day is as lovely as a cottage shed!

4 comments:

  1. Melissa...thank you for sharing your words and heart with me...you have such a gift...of course you already know how I feel about that...I feel we are sitting at the table in the middle of the garden...of course the girls are there with us...we are sipping the iced lemonade...maybe playing a game of Sequence and smelling the fragrance of the flowers passing thru the air...and realizing that we are the fragrance of God thru Christ Jesus our Lord...I love you my daughter...Love Mom xoxoxoxoxo

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  2. My wife meant to say a brick border around the mulch. Just in case the neighbors are reading. I love her blog.

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  3. Thank you for sharing this special place with us. Now that I've found it I'll visit often. You have a gift of making people smile Missy.
    Love you lots.
    Suz

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