a collection of tiny, citified gardens that happen to come with a house, for your -my- convenience.
this has been my life for the past few weeks.
my reason for getting up (early, early) in the morning.
it's really quite wonderful, as it's been a couple of years since I've been involved in this particular mad love affair.
the early season work is almost finished, now.
the front yard has been carefully tended-
lavender grows by the front gate, protecting the entrance
the giant sunflowers have sprouted
the new clematis is well on its way
the red and orange cosmos have been scattered in their spot
and the poppy and calendula seeds have been tossed wildly.
the irises are casting their spell, and a hundred times a day when I pass from the front to the back, I stop to breathe in their candy-goodness.
the rose patio has been cleaned, and arranged just so.
which means 'just right' under the mirabelle plum tree--situated pleasantly for breaking one's fast, and playing afternoon games.
blocking the late evening sun from my eyes as I sit and write in my favorite thinking spot.
whilst I watch my children play. ♥
the tomatoes have been caged,
the potatoes are in their mounds,
the strawberries are growing red,
and a dozen different colors of roses are blooming.
and the stepping stones are lying all in a row.
my gardens aren't always practical.
well--they're practical in a "let's put a pumpkin hill in the fairy garden, and blackberries, peppers and watermelon by the front gate" sort of way.
but they're whimsical,
and grown for filling the mind and spirit every bit as much as they are the body.
but, you know.
when most of your tiny speck of land (...and house... and head....) is taken up by Other Things,
a MamaGirl has just gotta do
a MamaGirl has gotta do.