It is true, I can come across as quite a bore.
When I'm bewitched by the garden you see.
I wait for golden hour everyday.
This you already know.
I stroll and marvel and watch.
Birds swoop in and out.
The horses on the property next to me sing away.
Pink roses I planted on the opposite side of the rose arbor unfurl.
Slowly, peeking through the whites.
The rose arbor multiplies by 3 times.
It hugs you if you stand inside, slowly growing growing growing.
More and more each day.
I am mesmerized by the tiny pinks.
Perfect little rose buds turning into pink puffs.
I watch as spring fills in all the nooks and crannies.
It grows greener and bigger and wider and taller.
A character in the story, all of its own.
And when golden hour peeks in just at the right time, you can see orbs and creatures glistening in the light.
Wings light up.
Stories and tales flutter about.
Waiting for you to catch one in your butterfly net.
You can almost morph yourself right into a Jane Austen novel.
Imagining yourself into a Fragonard painting.
Swinging from rose vines in a tree.
Puffy fluffy frock included.
The garden has a way of inspiring such things in me.
You too I see?
And so, I roam here.
Obsessed with all the garden happenings.
Day to day changes.
More and more flowers.
Swimming in this glorious spring.
Scented air.
Fairies at midnight.
(it's true)
I drink it all in.
I wake up early, eager to see what's happening out there.
I paint on my gypsy wagon.
I catch a rare snap of my ornery handsome love.
I pick roses from the very old rose bush.
Planted by the previous owners in the 70's.
Giant candy pink frosting roses.
Then I grab a blanket and a book and a hot tea.
And I sit and watch this golden light slowly begin to take over, like a dream.
But only for a fleeting moment.
Minutes really.
I know the white roses are coming to an end on the rose arbor.
Until we meet again in 2017.
Yep, just once a year.
I know I could have had heaps of pink floribunda's year round if I had known more when I planted them.
But I do believe, there is a reason for all that happens.
And so, I love my once a year whites.
While the tiny pinks on the other side happen all year.
So, I try not to miss any moments with them.
I'm like a broken record.
I know.
I ask ML and the dogs and everyone to meet me in the arbor.
I force them to get hugs by it and hide right underneath it.
For a fairy tale loving girl, who planted her heart out for years and years and years –
Well, these are the things that mean everything.
Watching it all happen.
That's the reward in the end isn't it?
I am sure I bore everyone who comes around me.
Talking about gardening and things growing.
I go to the plant stores, the people that work there ask me if I have a garden.
I say yes, and tell them how it's currently blooming and how it's so fun and rewarding.
And they just ho hum about it all.
I know I know, it's boring if you aren't in it.
But if, if you have your own garden, then you know.
And if you love gardens you know the dream.
If you have a garden you can visit, then you know too.
And if you have stood in a garden during magical golden hour…
Then you know for certain.
And I needn't say another thing.
😉
But I do promise not to bore you to death about this green place.
Pie-crust promise that is.
Mary Poppins will tell you all about that.
Looove, V
Beautiful post. I loved it.
Wonderful, as always! Such a magical arbor!
I am sooo ready for that here. The weather is all over the place. It was 70 & sunny one day and then 30, rainy & windy the next.
Thunderstorms during the night last night & now possibly some snow flurries tonight!
I like to open my windows & listen to all the birds that are making their way back to town & dining at my feeders. However, it is a tad too cold for that right now. I know the worst is behind us. I just have to be patient!
I cant wait to get out & work in my gardens! Oh that’s right, patience!
Not boring at all Lady V, I dream of one day having my own garden. I love to read about all the strolls you take in your garden and all the flowers blooming there.
Yes, yes V I do know. 😉 xoxoxoxo Yes, yes V, I get it. I get you. xoxoxoxo Jen PS My girls love the journals <3
That rose arbor is spectacular. My white roses will be blooming in about another week. Oh I can’t wait. I never can get enough of the garden.
Not at all boring, Miss V! In fact, you only make me want to join in on the magic in Fanciful, AZ. I wish I could pop over for a visit! 🙂 *sigh* 🙂
Your magical garden could never be boring!! I live in a condo now–my house and gardens no more, so I vicariously sit in your garden and stroll down your garden paths and pat your dogs–love your posts!!
Dear Double V,I just came in from my gardens,delighted to see your post.I SO TOTALLY get it!I think I make all my friends crazy,going on & on,about mine!!Please tell me your secret.How do you NOT get Blackspot,on your roses.That is the first thing I do,every morning.Remove by hand,every single leaf,that has any..Is that an only in TX.problem,becoz,of humidity?Maybe your dry heat doesn’t allow it?
Vanessa! Beautiful as always!
Your Garden is truly amazing it’s so precious to have flowers blooming for such a short period of time and enjoying every second of it, I’m sure your flowers know they are loved and admired so much as they should be and want to be even more beautiful…
That’s probably the reason your garden is so spectacular ! The photos remind me of “The Secret Garden”
Thank you,thank you for sharing the pics of your beautiful garden with us…boring!…NEVER have that thought again 🌻🌼🌻🌼 xxoo
You’re never, ever, ever, ever boring! I don’t have a garden, so I imagine myself in yours. What a beautiful place you have cultivated and how wonderful for us that you have such a big heart to share it with us!
Hugs!
I can’t get enough of your flower displays and garden posts. Even though my garden is just starting out, I hope one day to have a full and lush rose arbor such as yours. White roses are my absolute favorites but I’ve yet to find one that will survive the brutal Florida sun and heat. I lucked out with two stunning, deep-red, Don Juan rose bushes and they have finally started to grow and produce a rose every few months. It seems like longer and I hope to cultivate more patience like you and eventually I’ll be rewarded with full blooms all over it.
A garden of one’s own!! YES! It is magic in it’s purest form! I know just what you mean, and I love to see such pretty glimpses into your beautiful gardens!!
Oh, dear, me! You always give us tastes and nibbles of your fairy garden, making us to want to come away with you to a land of enchantment. Maybe that is why they call Arizona the Land of Enchantment, me thinks?
My pink roses must be of the same huge variety yours are, planted by the previous owner way back in 1981. Then, there are the very, very deep, dark red roses near our storybook fountain. Those two roses bushes are amazing, to survive here too in the heat of summer and cold of winter. They both bloom three times a year, especially if their blossoms are pruned soon after the blossoms have died. That is the secret of their longevity.
Your painting on the gypsy wagon is bliss!
XXOO
Miss Teresa
Your beautiful photos made me remember to remind myself to remember to buy awesome pink candles for my home!
I’ve said this before…Your gardens are so lovely. I get excited and smile when I see all of your photos.
Just when one thinks that Spring has sprung here in Michigan, think again. Last night we really got dumped on….When I got up this morning and had to shovel so my doggies could go out….5 inches of snow ! I know this will melt but…..I need to see the temperature go above 30…I need to feel the heat of the sun.
Thank you for sharing.
I have not commented in a long while as I have been so busy, but have never stopped checking in to see your magical world – especially the garden. Never ever boring! There is nothing as perfect as nature’s magnificent flowers, greenery, fruits and veggies.
And the fairies! If you think that’s boring, keep it up girl! Your garden is delightful.
I feel you. I really really do. It is pure magic to be surrounded by the natural world as it bids adieu to another well done day. I kind of have a goodnight song I sing (softly so as not to disrupt the ritual), and I thank the birds and trees and flowers and bushes and bees and clouds and sun and sky. There is a shade of purple I only see at that moment, sundown but not quite moon up, that is just not to be captured by paint or crayon or camera. It is beautiful and breathtaking and is one of those things that keeps me anchored and reminds me to BE present – or BE.
Beyond that, I am wistfully watching wisteria wilt. It burst on the scene and held on long past Easter, so my very own wisteria lane was GAWJUS and awash in tiny petals of perfection. It’s time to say goodbye to it now, and I took way too many pictures, I suppose, but it’s so darn photogenic you know? 😉
xoxoviiixoxoRoostah
PS. I feel quite sure I would swoon in your garden. SWOON. Positively fall out with the amazingness of it all. Yep. Pretty sure. <3
Not boring at all! I’m the same with my garden! Sometimes I close my eyes and toss leftover seeds and then wait for spring to see the ‘magic’.