Every winter I dream of what my garden will be….

I dream of flowering arches, with petals blowing in the wind.

Vibrant carpets of scotch moss, glowing dianthus, and corsican mint.

Italian terracotta pots overflowing with every type of fern you can think of.

All of the delicious scents. Spicy, sweet, fruity. Pineapple mint, lemon verbena, David Austin roses.

Every summer seems like the first time. I have never seen this before. It has never done that before….Surprises!!!

I could live in my garden in the summer. Watering, weeding, dead heading, pruning, sculpting, planting, and replanting.

But time seems to speed up in the spring and summer.

There is never enough time to do it all.

To make all my dreams come true…

Before I know it I am not carefully planting my beautifully chosen seed varieties,

I am running through the garden tearing the packages open, shaking the seeds out everywhere. throwing handfuls of dirt on top.

Hoping, wishing, waiting, and wondering if any of them will bloom at all.

Now in full summer sun and heat,

I start to see beautiful, magical, fragrant flowers appear. I am happy. So happy!

My Husband teases I care more about the flowers than him or the dog.

Maybe because I only have these little creations for a few weeks.

Maybe because my children are grown and need me less.

Or maybe because it is where I belong…

In my garden, petals blowing, magical seeds growing, lemon and mint under my feet, hummingbirds and dragonflies that I greet,..

I am happy. I am at peace. It’s summertime in my garden.