Here's the Humble Bungalow front porch
the chairs stay out all winter
while their cream cushions hibernate inside.
I am so longing for a warm patch of sunny weather.
It snowed last weekend and has been chilly
I've needed to wear a
down coat, boots and gloves.
I admit that I am feeling a wee bit tired and grumpy.
Mighty oaks line this byway...
walking in this neighbourhood of old homes and granite walls
one can glimpse lovely gardens carefully tended year round.
A carpet of snowdrops 'neath the oaks...
there was a garden maintenance company tending this garden.
one of my dreams
is to have a bed this lush and full of snowdrops...
and while we're dreaming...
I wouldn't mind having a gardener
someone who could do the heavy work
the serious digging.
this dreamy magazine was in the mailbox when I got home.
Beth Chatto came and spoke to our Horticultural Society many moons ago
she was an animated and educated woman whose passion for gardens was inspiring and contagious.
I really must go back to the Society as it was such a wonderful group of eccentrics
who shared knowledge and plant snips and enjoyed guest speakers from around the globe.
I held the job of membership chairperson
which at the time had 1200 members
I was responsible for the collection of fees, typing up the addresses and mailing out the newsletter.
A group of 8-10 volunteers, all women,
would meet here in The Humble Bungalow once a month
we'd stuff 1200 envelopes, lick stamps
and chatter at the dining table.
The kettle was on and tea was sipped...
home baked goodies were consumed
and often toddlers would be rushing about.
I remember fondly the crumbs and chaos of toys
and quiet after the ladies left...
then it was time to clean up and beetle off to deposit the letters in the post.
Gardens Illustrated is a fabulous publication
I treat myself to an annual subscription
if you love to garden peruse one of these issues and you'll see why it's worth buying.
(and we gardeners are a very frugal lot)
Rare Irish snowdrops.
Wow this is a snowdrop!
a late bloomer
discovered in 1911 in the garden at Riverton County, Tipperary.
While on my walk I passed by the flower shop and bought a bunch of flowers.
chartreuse and white.
Inspired by the snowdrops.
not quite open
I am dreaming of snowdrops
I need to snap out of this cold weather funk.
Is it time to go out and buy something truly frivolous
or eat some quality chocolate?
What would you do?
Here comes Pepper
I think she's freaked out by the gale force winds that are pummeling the Bungalow
the 100 year old windows are rattling and the gusts are coming through the cracks!
I'd better go.
Tell me what's the weather like where you are?
Thanks for stopping by and spending some time with me here in The Humble Bungalow
I wouldn't be here if you didn't pop in now and again...