It isn't England, Paris or Rome...but it's mine

It's been awhile since I've travelled far
from home. It doesn't really matter, because
I am a very content person. I love to travel and
see different places and make new friends. But
I am just as happy staying at home and enjoying
the beauties around me. It is fun to have seen the sights of different countries and think "wouldn't that be a lovely place to live"? or look at that village and wonder who lives there and what their life is like..

Abby and I took a trip to Victoria, British Columbia quite a few years ago at this time of year. We loved walking around that lovely city. Especially loving the way the hydrangea's grew all over the houses. Huge blooms in all the colors! Never could we get such colors and sizes of hydrangeas here in our little gardens! But the flowers and pathways inspired me and I brought some of it home to my garden. It isn't England and it isn't Victoria or Paris, but it is mine.. and I love it.

I am particularly proud of upper garden, because I poured the cement brick by myself...mixing it in the wheel barrow and forming the bricks. It is very uneven and not a very good job...but I am happy with it anyway, because of the hard work that went into this creation. This is a great place to hide away and read a book.

They aren't hydrangea's, but roses and climbing morning glory and scarlett bean will do in a pinch.

I don't have to go anywhere other

than my own back yard and I

feel that I am in a whole different

country, and I don't even have to pay for extra luggage!