I have decided to move my tea garden. As much time as I have spent building and planting it, every time I look at it now, I feel like it is sitting in the wrong place.
When I first started to work on our yard, I remember feeling like I needed to know exactly what our plan was. It all seemed so permanent. After a bit I realized it may take a few start and backtracks to restart and be more clear about what we are doing.
Shrubs can be moved . . . so can stepping stones . . . And annual flowers put in their time with such vengeance . . .
only to be done, on their own accord, before too long.
I planted Hollyhock and sweet peas along a good portion of our back fence . . . I will be scattering poppy seeds out front where there is still so much vision needed . . .
We are discussing the home spot of one of my most favorite types of trees EVER . . . The Manzanita. My friend gave me this one for my birthday . . .
With elongated curling branches, reaching for the sun, and hosting small snowy like
tear drop blossoms, that as a kid, we called snow.