Here is my blank canvas! The old moldy railroad ties are no more and I like this level brick retaining wall. As you can see, not much is growing around here yet. The day lilies are thinking about sprouting, but I am considering digging them up and starting anew.
The iris are so resilient. Look at all those stones waiting for me to make fairy patios!
Here is sleepy sister Samantha! She did not want to go home the other night. She likes playing with her Grampy.
Can you see the baby sister resemblance? They are definitely the blue-eyed sisters!
And just so you don't think I'm all talk and no action (which is sort of true, I admit!) here is the fairy bed I made almost two summers ago. Birdie wanted it in her garden, so it isn't at my house and now of course I've moved on to fairy dance floors, fairy tree houses, and romantic spots for fairies to dine al fresco. It's not a wonder that the faires have not appeared. You saw all that empty dirt.
Have you looked at a Magic Cabin catalog? All the darling fairy things make grannies sigh with delight.
I do wish I could stay home and leisurely dance with my new red broom, fill the bucket up with sweet smelling suds and mop my sorry wood floor. I'd like to clean and clear in the kitchen, scrub the cupboard doors, iron tablecloths, hang a new curtain or two . . .
I'm much too tired at the end of a teaching day. I am patting myself on the back when I jump on the treadmill after dinner. Oh well. I'm hoping for the perfect storm. You know that Saturday morning when you wake up, drink lots of coffee, make an egg, start messing around with hot water and then . . . you're off and things get done? It happens so rarely!
It's been quite some time since I dipped into The Shell Seekers or Winter Solstice or even September. Rosamunde Pilcher created such inspiring passages in regard to housekeeping. I used to read myself those stories a lot more often. Do you have certain novels or "how to" books that inspire you to happily flutter about your house, cleaning and shining?
I shall keep my garden simple. Bending over to pull weeds and dead-head flowers will be good for my bod.
Soon I'll show you my big, part imaginary, wild and full garden plan.
Meanwhile, I think I'll order some spotty red tin dishes for the Wendy house.