Our bedroom is right off the kitchen ~ not necessarily the way I would design a house but it is particularly nice when we have overnight guests and I want to get up quietly to put the coffee on. This photo is a close-up of the kitchen window I can see from my side of the bed, and it's a good way to see what's going on outside before my feet hit the floor ~
At four o'clock this morning that window was lit up. First there was the thunder, then the lightning, then the sound of pounding rain. My first thought was how the twenty plants I just planted might be taking the storm. This morning I could see they were grateful for the drink. We have been working on getting plants to grow near the house for four years. Finally we found things that will grow in the shadiest bed close to the deck ~
The space between the steps and the sunniest flowerbed is filling in nicely ~
It is getting harder and harder to recognize what started out as a barren hill between the steps and the woods ~
Overall, we've come a long way from where we started ~
And really, can I ask for more than that?
8 comments:
You've done a LOT of landscaping and the efforts are looking great. Enjoy spring and your lovely plantings.
"Earth laughs in flower."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
You've got the makings of a great garden. I can't wait to see your progress over the summer. You'll enjoy it, for sure!
How lovely. I would love to live just steps from the woods like that.
Lovely. Glad the storm didn't disturb anything. The photos add so much to your words. You inspire me to take more pictures!
You can ask for more, but I hear your sincere gratitude in this post, and I am very happy for your garden and the garden inside you.
Every year it will become more beautiful. But it is beautiful at this moment. Enjoy...
I think when I first met you - you had begun working on these steps. It interesting how the path has progressed.
I've recently discovered your blog and am enjoying your posts. I'm in a time of transition and appreciate your moving forward, making process, and appreciating life as it flows.
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