wonder full

it's a gloomy day in the great State. and I'm not complaining. because it means it has been raining a lovely gentle rain all day. it is beauty full. and inspiring.

a neighbor is cleaning out her garage. and has uncovered years and years and years worth of gardening magazines. oh no, you say. oh joy, I reply. and for the majority of today as I sit and sit and sit on the sofa I pour and pour and pour over pretty landscapes. full of color. blooming. serene. picture perfect.

and Pinterest is a wealth of glorious ideas like this ...












and so I start (ie continue) to plan my garden. the construction project all but destroyed my beds in the back. and the front garden is simply a mess. an odd assortment of moustached plants that only somewhat hide the foundation. weedy. spindly. and soon to be history (sorry my once-lovelies).

in the next few weeks I have a gentleman coming to clean out those plants. reform the beds into asymmetrical blank canvases. amend the soil. and, in general, welcome the new seedlings, startlings and stems into their new forever home.

so much time. so much to do. so happy for the tasks to come.

'one of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it provides.'