Dreaming At The Garden Table




An Outdoor Garden Dining Table Is A Great Place To Dream

A quick trip to meet a friend for coffee turned into an afternoon of redecorating my dining room. My friend, an antique dealer, had a truck full of treasures she had just picked up. I couldn't miss it as I pulled into the parking lot at The Waffle House. Garden green metal chair legs caught my attention, even before I saw her waving to me from the door way.

"Come on. I need coffee!" She yelled across the parking lot.

"I think I see something here I need more!"

I was already standing on my toes, peeking in on an amazing garden table and chairs. My own dining room table was a great old farm table, but not the right height to eat at. A new table was on my mind, but I was not looking just yet.

And then......there it was. The perfect set for me. We had coffee and drove to my house. On a dreary day, a bit of summer shined down on me . The garden table fit perfectly into my dining room and it is a place I sit and dream of my garden this spring.

My house is my indoor garden. Old lovely cement ladies and frogs fill nooks and sit on table tops. Oil paintings of gardens, Victorian roses, and women with bouquets leave very little white space on my walls. This charming set was the perfect addition.

I spend many hours looking at garden photos, old gardening books. I wonder if this will be the year I bloom outdoors. My yard is full, three outbuildings, a huge deck, the Lady of Lilburn life size vintage cement muse sits tucked next to a lattice trellis that blooms with jasmine when the season changes. Yet I rarely plant flowers and my front yard is neglected. The established beds bloom out of control with butterfly bushes that reach so high they mingle with the brances of the crepe myrtle tree, but it is not as lovely as I'd like.

I want to journal here as I plan my work in the yard. There is a good chance, however, the writer in me will write more than I plant, and my antique dealer side will still shop for more garden treasures. The artist in me wants to paint garden scenes more than dig in the dirt. The dreamer in my heart sees a garden full of the cottage flowers I love and herbs that leave a fragrent scent as I brush pass them going down my gravel path to the little cottage out back.

For now I'll share my dining room. We'll see what blooms in time.

  

A Little Cottage In St. Augustine And A Mother's Love

I love Geraniums. I can't get them to grow at my house. They wither, dry up, or rot from overwatering. On the other hand, my mother seems to have a green thumb and a charming eye for gardening. Her small cottage backyard is blooming in Technicolor!

It doesn't hurt that her garden blooms against robins egg blue!



A Bougainvillea stands tall where it was planted a few months ago.

Is it that Florida sun or my Mom's green thumb and eye for color? My bet is she is hard at work in her garden. The sun would fry my garden, and often does in Atlanta. And I don’t have the patience to watch over my plants to make them bloom.

But Mothers seem to do everything with love, from gardening, to taking care of her friends and family. Love, that ingredient that is important to cultivate the best in everything, from plants to people!

A nurturing Mother has that special touch that makes her children grow into the best they can be.

I know mine continues to help me blossom and showers me with love on the days I feel like withering on the vine!

A Thanksgiving hug to my mother that is full of love!

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Perfect Sunday Morning - What Do You Do On Sundays?

Hot Summer In The City! Or Rather My Yard!

Oh, how fun it is to be lazy. I rolled out of bed at 10 AM (although six dogs were up and let out at 6 AM and then all back to bed). Filled my cup with coffee and sat out on my new deck. I love my new deck. A luxury for me with all the work I had to do on the house. The dogs and I let the morning sun shine on us, a few ran down the steps to roll on the grass, and April In Paris took off after a squirrel. She was stopped by the fence and I think I saw the squirrel wave goodbye as it dashed up a tree!
What do you like to do on a Sunday morning? Today I am the laziest gal in town. My town that is.
The fabu deck built by my handy man Jimmy!

The infamous pea gravel sand box which makes me crazy. Looks like a litter box! Live and learn!

My Thrift Store Chairs - $6.00 each. Cool.

My David Austin rose finally blooming.

Can't wait for my flowers to start growing! Thyme anyone?

My little wagon from the thrift store $9.00

My resting spot for my late dog Jake. You can read about him in my book The Unfaithful Widow, available on Amazon.com

OK, we've had enough fun!

A Fairy Garden Cottage

"Hand in hand, with Fairy grace,

Will we sing, and bless this place."

~ William Shakespeare (Titania, the Fairy

queen in A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

My little cottage built by my

husband many years ago. A

quiet studio to listen to nature,

 smell the roses and write.

A place full of his memories

And visited by Garden Fairies.

Spread your wings and let the fairy in you fly! ~Author Unknown