When planting our front gardens, we gardeners think of strolling with a cup of coffee on a sunny morn. We think of how the sun streams through the trees and how we will sit upon the bench. We’ll watch the birds flick the the leaves away in search of a worm or seed. The non- blooming is just as important as the fading blooms atop the branches of the hydrangea. What is beneath our feet along the path is pleasing just as well. And even if not a single one knows our joy, we and birds will have delighted there.
From my Breakfast with the birds series and the Wilmington collection.