Showing posts with label gardens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gardens. Show all posts

The Other Side of the Looking Glass



Last week my traveling partner
{AKA my mom} 
and I took a wonderful trip to
Mississippi.  We'd always wanted
to visit the Natchez area in the 
spring to tour the antebellum
homes and gardens that are open
to the public.



Like all intrepid explorers, we
had to find a rhythm to our days.
Our sea legs, so to speak.

Because we were in the South
and staying in bed and breakfast establishments,
we started each day with a lovely
BIG breakfast.



Yes, including grits!

Those breakfasts would give us energy
for a day of visiting many of these 
antebellum {built before the Civil War}
and Victorian {built between 1840 and 1900} beauties.





On three of the days, the afternoons
included me driving our rental car for
a fair distance, which meant stopping
at the local gas mart for a caffeine jolt
like this



We had some interesting dinners.
One night was at a local joint in Natchez
where we both had hush puppies, a sort
of fried corn fritter and we swapped tastes
of grilled shrimp and fried oysters, which
I have to say are really, really wonderful!




The evenings included movies in our room, feet up
under the canopied bed, swathed in the white terry cloth robes
 provided by the plantation....



and plenty of these.

Now, I don't want you to think
that Natchez was all Gone With The Wind
and perfect and shining.



As one of our tour guides explained,
these big homes have been in families
for three to four generations.....

Which many of the families feel
is a privilege
but also can be a burden.



Many of the homes we saw were down
at the heels, so to speak,
with peeling paint and yards that
were crying out to gardeners that had
tended and loved them in years gone by.

We saw a lot of signs like this:



And shops in downtown Natchez that
were vacant and boarded up.



So much potential, but in this economy,
no one to bring it alive.

Did I mention the plantation where we
spent three nights?




Even that had a faded charm.

{Which I can sort of relate to!}

In the end, the good far outweighed 
the bad.  After the storms and tornadoes
had passed the weather was outstanding
and I was with my darling friend, my mama.



I'll toast to that!


Friday Fantasy: Coming Home

Imagine coming home to this....

1

Or this....

2

Or this...

3

I have always been intrigued 
by the notion of 
the conservatory.

4


5

In one of my most favorite books,
Coming Home,
by Rosamunde Pilcher,
young Judith goes home with a friend
from boarding school to find something
like this....

6

"The formal terraced gardens sloped down to
meld with shrubs and rough-grassed meadows 
bright with daffodils.

7

To one side stood a French window,
which gave out to a small enclosed terrace,
private as a little room within the garden.

8

This was backed by a conservatory, and through
the glass could be seen climbing jasmine, a
burgeoning vine, and a lot of enviable, old-fashioned
wicker furniture.

9

All conjured up thoughts of summer, baking sunshine,
lazy afternoons and long cool drinks.
Or perhaps China tea in very thin cups and
cucumber sandwiches."

10


11

Sometimes these little garden rooms
are called orangeries

12

or bespokes.

13

It's Friday and a girl can dream!

What do you dream of coming home to?


Images: 

1 google images
2-4, 5-6, 9, 12  http://www.dscons.com &  
 http://www.parishconservatories.com
13  http://www.amdega.co.uk/


To Dream the Impossible Dream

My Dream

Courtesy britsattheirbest.com








My Reality


This is one of my gardens, taken two days ago.

What is going on here?

I added this Forsythia to the yard five years ago.  It only
blooms on the very bottom.  This year I got a tiny bit
more up on the sides.  Suggestions?  Anyone?


I love gardens, particularly English gardens.....all types.
I'm fond of the messy, cottage gardens
the kitchen herb gardens
the formal gardens with hedges and topiaries.

I wish that I could say I loved gardening.
"Oh, it's so therapeutic, etc. etc."
I've tried.
Oh, yes I have.

BK (before kids) we lived in an
old Victorian house outside of Chicago.
It had the best soil.  Ever.
Clematis and morning glories
climbed the fences.
There were peonies and lilacs
and an herb garden.
There were peach trees.
I learned to can!
I had bundles of herbs and lavender
hanging upside down in my kitchen.
That was a good yard.



Source:  Country Living Magazine
Our back yard looked a lot like this!

 I haven't had a yard like that, since.
No good soil.  No clematis growing over the fence.
{Although I do have Miss Kim lilacs and peonies.}
Oh, you are thinking,
Privet and Holly, you can amend the soil!
You can add manure and other nutrients!

Hmmm.  I'm not loving
that
kind of gardening.

This is what I'm dreaming of....
Me, holding a wooden trug,
strolling through my cottage gardens,
my formal rose garden,
my herb garden,
scissors in hand.



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I'll stop and smell them, admire their beauty.
I'll cut the prettiest flowers for bouquets
and the most fragrant herbs for cooking.

Perhaps I'll press some of the tiny ones
into a book, to admire
once winter holds us in her grip once more.



jwwaterhouse.com
My Sweet Rose 1908


Yes, that would be therapeutic!


Since there is no head gardener
on this little plot of earth, except myself,
I will
grudgingly
forge ahead.


Luckily, inspiration for my
garden dreams abound
in Blog Land.


Image from Architectural Digest


Check out the gardens in progress
in my neighbor's yard at Sea Cottage.
{The post she wrote last weekend....lovely!}


Or, let Sarah-Jane Down the Lane
take you on a magical garden tour
of a gorgeous garden in England
that she has visited over the years.


garden-fountains.com


Time to gather my gardening tools.
And to dream.


In my garden there is a large place for sentiment. 
 My garden of flowers 
is also my garden of thoughts and dreams.  

The thoughts grow as freely
as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful.

 -   Abram L. Urban





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