Thru plates on the windowsill, above, one of many tool bouquets, below, throughout Susanne Hudson's garden.
Carriage house view from the kitchen, below, and an arbor over the grill.
Gravel paths (granite gravel #89), above, connect house & carriage house.
They have such a Pin-The-Tail-On-The-Donkey picaresque quality.
Especially July 4th when their bark begins peeling. Though this year they were 4 days early.
She pruned the climbing rose, below, in my room. It had grown inside the room to the canopy bed. Why? I would have loved the rose as bunting.
Sunlight on the original plaster ceiling yesterday morning, thru my iron canopy & chandelier.
How did she have time to put roses by my bed? Again the original plaster walls. Delight.
Susanne's chandelier, below, was a bit larger than mine. Hmm.
A girl has to bathe during a work trip doesn't she?
Can you believe the garden view from her landing? 
Building, meadow, trees, all delight. Its current incarnation redolent of its caretakers.
Many years pass with debris & unkempt trees/bushes. Not now. The motivation is a belief in God.
The delight, in a city of millions, of trees-mosses-broomsedge-more caressing the side of my car at road's edge. This is the extent of the woodland & road.
Taking me back to Europe, each time I travel the road, of the many church's I've seen maintained with sweat equity vs. money.
There are no graves at the Flat Rock Primitive Baptist Church, what a name, but there are sacraments in the ground, below. Perfect atonement of roots-soil-moss-lichens-more.
Taking these pictures and seeing for the 1st time lace curtains. Hung with love.
Someone keeps the grounds clear as has been done in Europe for centuries. Seeing human spirit, not lack of landscape or architecture. Its very lack creating richness.
Seeing, above, in this side of the church another church and its side, below.
Flat Rock Primitive Baptist Church hasn't the provenance of the church, above, but it does.
At its base, a crown of lichens. Atonement: building-man-earth-spirit. 
It smashed onto the birdhouse, above, knocking it to the ground. Destroying sections of roof, perches and lovely curved wall.
Do you see any hint of the ranch? It's still there, all of it.
SURFER CHICK & TENNIS liked my idea of French doors off the dining room, above. Creating a magic circle.
After the landscape design was complete TENNIS said he wanted a level frontyard.
Stone for the wall copies what John Knight chose for the house.
The new landscape is redolent of another era, 1930's, using pass along plant favorites.
John's details are fabulous, above, round copper downspouts, and a slight pitch to the shingle siding where it meets the brick.
Entry to the garden from the street, on axis from the front door, creates an enfilade. Adding depth, warmth, welcome, focal point, movement.
Thru the black-eyed Susan's, above. Pairs of gardenia are used at the front entry near the curb and at the front porch.
Last Friday I was on site to draw the backyard landscape.
Potting table & gravel terrace (#89 granite gravel) will be added in front of the back wall, above, with the oval window. Camellia sasanqua hedging will embrace the gravel terrace. 
Bunny on the left, below, is a finial on the front gate post. A bird landed upon his head, sending him to earth and he lost an ear & foot.
And I proclaim, I don't like to collect things. This is a tough garden for bunnies.
Penny, my late mentor, had a porcelain bunny with a dried hydrangea blossom hat. Instead, I found a dog, above.
Then he chirps assuredly about the divide of agriculture vs. horticulture, "...a can of tomatoes dropped into a flower garden..."
I found this heavy rusted iron greenhouse junking in Augusta, GA a couple of years ago.
All of the iron in my garden is robins egg blue.
My late garden cat, Cat-Cat, above, loved to nap in the greenhouse. 
Several are in my garden but Susanne had overdosed a theme.
Tuesday Morning was on the way home after making large scale copies for a client plan at Kinko's. Hadn't been inside for years.
They had a shelf of cloche's. Most, not all, were on sale.
I bought all on sale, 7. Most are etched, others plain and varied amongst 3 sizes.
Ha, not in my subdivision. Arriving to this, above, at Sunday's bar-b-q, you know I was lost in fantasy; adding height to the meadow & Adirondack chairs. Loving, adoring, reveling in Nature's garden. 
I met the owner of the paddock, at least it's a paddock in my fantasy, thru the pages of his free local magazine, Up Close & Personal in Tucker. 
