A friend gave her a tiny maple tree; soon it towered over the house. People gave her almost dead plants; she would revive them. She was the original Green Thumb.
Naturally, I believed I would inherit this enviable talent. When I had my own garden I would create a vibrant paradise where I would sit with a frosty glass of lemony iced tea and survey my gorgeous domain.
It never happened.
Oh, I had tools and gardening books and potting soil and fertilizer. I planted flower seeds which never came up. Friends gave me tiny trees which died in a week. I watered, I pruned, I covered the plants when a freeze came and this was usually the result.
My puppy Darcy is saying "This is a garden?"
No, Darcy, THIS is a garden.
This paradise is what I always dreamed of creating, but never could. It belongs to my college roommate and best friend Linda and her husband Eris. This gorgeous garden is the result of their creative imagination and 45 years of backbreaking work.
This beautiful place has always been my ideal garden and although I could never create this Eden even if I had 45 years, I hold it in my mind's eye as my inspiration as I start over again in another place.
Right now my garden is only imaginary and my "cottage" is really a little condo. But I want to transform and create my small sanctuary, always holding the above garden in my heart to move me onward.