Ever since I used this picture a few weeks ago for a Like a Picture, I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.
There is just something beautiful and magical about the entire scene; the way the light is filtering in, the rustic table-setting, the way I can almost here that gravel crunch underfoot. We all pretty much agreed we’d love to sit out there and pass the time with a good drink and some good company. Living in the city, we don’t get that sort of luxury. Well, you can, but it comes at a price few people can actually afford. I wish I could somehow keep everything I love about urban living but put that exact garden right behind my house. Wouldn’t that be the best of both worlds?
And in case that garden wasn’t pretty enough for you, I noticed that months ago I’d pinned the following pictures as well. Apparently I have some affinity for greenhouses and overrun gardens.
So of course, I started imagining myself living in anyone of those photos. Owning my very own weedy, rustic garden. Hosting a small gathering for some friends and all sitting around a reclaimed wooden table. Crunching over gravel to a little patch of wildflowers and ineptly overwatering them because I have the opposite of a green thumb. And maybe it’s the mystique of the Olympics that’s reminding how much I adore England even (especially?) with its weather, but I pictured Wellies and a light drizzle in a classic English cottage over sundresses and well, the sun. Isn’t there something special and romantic about hearing the rain through the trees? In other words, none of you would mind sitting outside with me in the rain would you? I promise we’ll still have fun.
I want more than a few of those pieces for my home and the only outdoor space we have is the alley next to our house where we keep our trash.What do you think about putting that folding chair at the end of the guest bed to stack extra blankets or towels on? It’s thoroughly vintage Parisian cafe. This might also be the year I invest in a pair of Hunter boots, too, since my bright yellow galoshes are on their last leg. What’s your favorite piece? I’m intrigued by that Fig Tree scented candle. And seriously, who’s coming over?