When I moved into my imaginary cottage three years ago, there was no garden--nothing but the big tree pictured above. The side garden had several ugly dying plants and big metal things for power and cable. I was not encouraged.
I'm very good at scavenging so be careful when you put something out for the garbage, guys, because if you decide you want it back, I will have taken it. The big ceramic pot on the rusty (I love rust) holder was a major find. Most of my pots were "found" objects, as were the rusty wrought iron chairs, the trellis, the bird bath and some of the plants. Why would anyone throw out a live plant? Well, they do so I revive it, give it a little Miracle Grow and put the plant in a bigger container (which I found by the side of the road.)
The lacy tree in
the back of the picture began its life in my garden as a puny sprout which grew and grew until I had to remove it from its pot and plant it.
But the loveliest thing in my garden appeared of its own accord last night--a fawn. I saw him in the glow of a street lamp placidlyeating the shining leaves.