Every couple of years, I lose myself in my fantasy books. No, not sci-fi. Not my thing.
I lose myself in Peter Mayle, Frances Mayes and other “ex-pats” making new lives or “alternate lives” for themselves in places like Provence and Tuscany.
This spring, I’ve read my stash of Peter and have almost gone through my Frances books. Unfortunately for the girls, this means that I’m asking them to be little gardeners, even when they’d rather be doing other things.
While I still need to tackle the big project of hiring a landscaper (our georgia clay yard is far beyond my abilities), I have been inspired to spend money on our outdoor lives. Yesterday, we FINALLY got comfortable porch furniture:
And today, Chloe and I went out and bought pots and herbs. I hope that they don’t all die while we are on our “epic trip out west”:
