But no matter hard I try to imagine it, no matter what books proclaim, vegetable gardens are NOT pretty!
And I soon came to the realization...
I wanted a pretty garden. I love pretty.
Fat, gorgeous flower bombs falling over with beauty from their own weight. Roses so heavy with scent they fill the air with perfume. Trailing vines climbing birdhouses with shocking color that make it appear even the birds would be partial to the location.
And so the life of the veggie garden ended and the Perennial garden began. And that is the garden I have been joyfully slaving over ever since.
|glimpses of glory|
|The change over starting, flowers and veggies together|