When Joe and I met, we each had different pasts, different families, different stories. Our “things” are different, but we have blended them, eclectically, in a way that makes us both happy.
I used to envision a garden with soft, pastel lavenders, whites and blues, with maybe some hints of pink here and there--all the cool shades against the vivid greens of foliage and grasses. Joe, on the other hand, loves his oranges, reds, and vibrant yellows.
"Half the interest of a garden is the constant exercise of the imagination." (-Mrs. C.W. Earle)
We both thrive on garden centers, farmer’s markets and flea markets, where plants are plentiful. Like most people who enjoy gardening, we can’t say no to a flower. In my mind, I’ll think “Lavender: we are here to seek out a lavender-colored flower to plant next to that white, lace-capped hydrangea.” But invariably, there will be an interesting yellow bud that catches our eye, or an orange petal that’s transparent in the sunlight and we just can’t resist it. So, we find a way to squeeze it into the overall design. Our garden has evolved into a story that mimics our own: it’s really a conglomerate of gardens, all comingling together, and somehow, it’s become harmonious and lovely in its own right.
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