I am not sure if I have actually ever read “The Secret Garden.”  When I was young, I watched the movie version so often, I almost feel as if I did.  It is a very magical and romantic story about a garden representing human life and family.  This time of year always makes me think

Lately I have been obsessing over baby’s breath.  In particular, I have been ogling baby’s breath wreaths that are so popular in the wedding blogosphere.  Although I surely have no weddings to speak of in my immediate future, I thought to myself, why can’t I just have one for purposes of beauty in my house?

So I know we didn’t have much of a winter, but I have already started to enjoy the warmer and longer days that come with the beginning of spring.  This week, I took some time for myself to wander around my neighborhood in the evening and was able to truly appreciate the golden hour.  Isn’t

For about the last week or so I have been feeling particularly restless.  It is almost like I am anticipating something.  I can feel a sense of desperation for it.  It is keeping me up at night.  The funny thing is that I am not quite sure what it is that I am so desiring.

In February. Camellias blooming. Buds forming on trees. Perrenials coming. Ground cover blooming. Tulips??? Dumb.