I love the hush that falls over the garden at this time of year that allows me to take a deep breath and decide what worked and what didn't, and then the seed catalogues arrive and my mind runs wild. The allure of all the colors and the promise of all those picture perfect gardens and gigantic perfectly shaped vegetables tend to interfere with my good sense. Bucket moments flitter through my mind and visions of impossibilities rattle through my mind of kiwi vines on the gate trellis or hedges of artemisia absinthium around an herb garden of native medicinals, wild flowers, and edibles, marble terraces with grape vines growing up the corner to shade the table and chairs and hummingbirds in the air.
The show Knottinghill is on and that lovely garden in the middle of the city that oasis in the middle of everything the music and the moonlight would be a lovely bucket moment with a fire and a blueberry tea with my husband because yes people do stay married forever.
I love that my husband and I are in that place. That place where I know that this is my home and we will be here forever and that it is right. There are people around us that talk about making millions, selling out and moving off and hitting it rich with some new business idea. My garden is my RRSP it is something I can reach out and touch and it's real, and will provide a positive influence in my life.
Now to reign in my enthusiasm and be a little more realistic when it come to dealing with the seed catalogues.......but really the arctic kiwi would look great right there on an arch at the back gate.....
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