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I'm back in the dirt again.


I've been spending days poking through my flower pots and visiting nearly every greenhouse in the city.  Going once, going back again.  Deciding I was "finished" and then going back for just one more because apparently I wasn't as finished as I thought I was.

I'm not even sure if I wanted to be finished - this creative processing of dreaming and planning and scheming and aiming for all things beautiful - it just can't be rushed, you know?!!



This structure happened this year - my Mother's Day gift!




I don't know what to call it. 

gazeboshe shedarborhut


For now, I seem to be in the habit of calling it "this thing".  If you have any creative ideas on that, I'm all ears.



I have a feeling that I'm a little bit weird.

Ahem.  <awkward silence from the readers>

I know there are some serious gardeners out there with a wickedly amazing eye for pots and flower beds and stunning blooms.

Me - I wanted this &quo…

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