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Wickedly I decided to mention full-on my topiaries. Understand, at present, zero exist. Exactly the excitement of embarkation of a quest realm. Dear, dear Beloved, poor- unfortunate-soul, as one Disney (The Little Mermaid) movie sings. Been trodding this path before meeting him. Real path to me, a path he can't see, not real to him. Velveteen Rabbit hasn't had quite all his hair loved off .
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Topiaries delayed, moving from my house of 30 years, into our ca. 1900 house 2 years ago. No worries, soon soon will build my conservatory here. Perhaps 2. A small garden shed has a tin roof at front, and another at back. Built for tractors to park, instead, will source old windows, hire the carpenter, voila, a pair of conservatories. One will have modest heat. Obviously for the topiaries to overwinter, when they are off display from the house. Exactly how serious I am about 'my' topiaries.
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A pair of vintage florist stair-stepped wire shelves are already on the front porch, awaiting their spring/summer/fall use for many topiaries, quickly swapping inside/outside.
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Beloved considers this topiary quest merely another Don Quixote tilting at windmills. Stupid, doomed to failure, waste of time. No worries, I do have a great love, Laskett, on this path to topiaries, loving each moment of it. Good enough for me.
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Much laughter seeing Architectural Digest's new article about Tory Burch, below. Obviously her hair has all been loved off, her decorator's, Daniel Romualdez, too. Topiaries, front/center.
Pic, above, here.
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Once topiaries are in the house, in the conservatory, on the vintage florist wire shelves, I'm copying the pic, below. Our house has a graveled front parking court. Will source the blouse, below, at local thrift store, and wax-shine my ugly little service van, Tess. So ugly she's cute, type of ugly. More, Tess is fun while being useful.
Pic, above, here.
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Collateral to topiaries is Bunny Mellon's garden, below. When I saw this pic, had never seen another garden designed exactly like mine. Curiosity to discover the brain behind it led me to Bunny Mellon. And, her topiaries.
Pic, above, here.
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A portion of my basket collection, in my office, below.
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Baskets in my office, above/below.
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Bunny Mellon had a few baskets, below, too.
Pic, above, here.
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Entering my garden room, below.
My stone terrace, below, planted with myriad flowering plants, something for each season.
Bunny Mellon's stone terrace, below, planted with flowering 'weeds'.
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Bunny Mellon, below.
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Pic, above, here.
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Garden & Be Well, XO T
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Isn't your garden worth tilting at windmills?
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Laskett, below, in my office overlooking the stone flowering terrace.
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Pic, above, here.
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Cannot imagine life without tilting at windmills. Found my tribe while tilting at windmills. All their hair, loved off.
1 comment:
Lord have mercy I LOVE THIS BLOG! And I have Laskett's twin....one of my most beloved kitties....he came to me at about 5 weeks old, malnourished and flea infested, found scrounging for food by a dumpster in an apartment complex some 15 years ago by an acquaintance, looked like an ugly little gray rat; had no idea he would become the long-haired black and beautiful angel that would reside with me all these years. Still going strong. Thank you for sharing, as always. You make my life better.
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