Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Why is it that I can wander around nurseries for hours, perusing flowers, oohing and aahing, but walk away empty handed, time and time again, yet when I go to someone's home, see these floral beauties in a natural setting, I can then instantly transform my own yard in my mind's eye?
I guess I'm sort of creatively/visually challenged in that way. But with friends like mine, who the heck cares?
Last weekend I was treated to a tour of my friend Becky's gardens. Gorgeous doesn't quite describe them. Having only lived in the house about 6 years, and when they moved in the backyard was a field of mud, the botanical transformations Becky has performed are nothing short of amazing. Epic. Breathtaking. She possesses a gift I'd give my eyeteeth to have.
(Someday I'll post about her interior decorating and the billions of things that I would love to copy from her house, and maybe even include photos if she'll let me :), but for now, I'll stick to the outside.)
So we were walking around the house, when what to my wandering eyes should appear?
A daylily straight of my dreams.
A sweet dark chocolate day lily.
Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous in your life? Looking at it, I can smell the cacao. I can taste the smooth velvety chocolate.
And at that moment I knew that I simply must have that daylily.
Becky, I promise that by that last statement, I will not be showing up at your house in the middle of the night, dressed head to toe in black, donning my garden shovel.
The reason I am absolutely ga-ga over this flower is that it is so regal and formal, yet delicate and beautiful. We live in a French Mansard-style colonial. Built in the 1970s, it's a little too 70's for my taste, but I have big plans to get rid of any trace of the 1970's. Like painting the orangish-reddish-brownish brick a delicious creamy taupe-y color (Hey Mister, if you're reading this. . guess what? We're going to paint the brick a delicious creamy taupe-y color!). And then I'm going to let some English ivy grow over the bricks in a few areas.
Last year we dug up all the overgrown box hedges and two large cone hedges (which I called "The Big Boobs" because that's exactly what they looked like!), and replaced it all with a calmer, more formal looking landscape. Very green, with a dash of a purple plum bush and a weeping snow cherry tree. Lots of hostas and mountain boxwood hedges. I didn't want to go overboard with any color splash.
But lately I've been craving color. Yet I had no idea what to do. Until I saw those yummy choco-o-lily-licious plants. And I found a few more to my liking. . .
Wow. This whole post is making feel like such a grownup. Almost too much like a grownup. I think I'm going to eat a big bowl of Lucky Charms now, before I can feel my crow's feet deepen.