We were gone for two and a half days and I cam back to some beautiful surprises in my garden. I just love how a garden is transformed from week to week depending on what is in bloom or not and that the garden can have its own “seasons”.
The path in between the old fashioned roses going towards the pool smells like candy, the air is so sweet. The pure white bells that are popping out here, there and everywhere have become my much anticipated little surprise bundles, I never know where they are going to spread, the gift that keeps on giving. I am especially thrilled about the clematis bloom because last year, upon my return from France, the clematis looked deader than dead, and to see it come back and produce a bloom makes me so happy. As you might be able to tell, I really adore gardening, it feeds my nurturing side completely.