Monday, February 22, 2010
I'm dreaming of spring. In my dream there are lots of flowers. . . white flowers. I love white--white dishes, white decor, white tipped toe nails, white clothes, white sheets, and white flowers.
I have an area of dirt on the side of my house that is screaming for attention. I have ignored it for the past two years because I had it in the back of my mind that we were going to put an addition there. Maybe, maybe not. Not soon by any means. So I am making a plan. A plan for a moon garden.
I did not know that is what all white gardens were called until I started googling white flowers. I have a few in mind: Hydrangeas, ranunculus, peonies, sweet woodruff, lily of the valley, delphinium, camellias, crocuses. . . all in white. Great profusions of white. I want enough that I can cut some and fill my house with white flowers in white pitchers.
And in my side garden I want a white picket fence with a little white gate that beckons to the back yard.
Doesn't that sound lovely.