so today for the second time this summer i went behind my house and cut some wild flowers to put in a glass in my room. it's quite lovely. every time i drive by wild flowers on the side of the road i have the urge to get out and pick them. when i was little and would go to my great aunts house sometimes i used to love going to her garden and cutting flowers--drying some, pressing some, and just putting some in a vase. it made me always want a garden of flowers to pick.
when i grow up i want a garden, it doesn't have to be perfectly manicured...in fact i think it'll suit me a lot more if there wasn't any particular order to it and it was untidy a bit. i definitely want a place where i can plant lots of vegetables and herbs of every kind. i also want every kind of fruit bush and tree that will grow there. i want there to be lots of flowers and different kinds and different times when they bloom...i don't want them landscaped in any sort of way because i want to be able to cut them and bring them inside anyhow so i'll just need lots everywhere...i want a pond with big goldfish and frogs...there should be lilly pads and flowers in the pond as well. it should be very whimsical with beautiful things everywhere, esp that have a homemade feel...steeping stones, windchims, bird and butterfuly feeders and homes. there should be a cute little table and chairs for having tea and some little nook where i can read, such as a swing bench or hammock of some sort. it should also have lots of lights of different sizes and maybe even a few colors...lots of twikle lights, at night i should feel like i've stepped into a fairy tale.
