It’s been a diary of memories and mental notes, of my grandmother’s gardens, and my mother’s gardens, the gardens of family friends
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I’m still layering on the wool, still walking through knee-deep snow, but my mind is on this summer’s garden
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Something about the simplicity of the wood in its natural state. As if there was no stain, no varnish, no layers. Naked and beautiful.
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This is how it begins. Brainstorming the mood, of a space. Imagining the feeling of it.
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It was the idea of texture that started it all
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The shed was nearly buried by overgrown grasses, fallen branches, a rusting horse trailer, and a slapped-together, bent-wire dog run.
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Dreaming and scheming from here, lately (and if I’m being honest, from the bed and the sofa, too, as I’ve work/rested my way through a recent late winter illness). Working one thing out, then another, steadily, and what feels slowly at times, making my way through projects big and small.
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When the work, words, home, style, or talents of someone else makes your breath catch, stirs a longing, or causes you to lean in with curiosity, this is simply part of them reflecting part of you.
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