There’s beauty in even the simplest of things. Little corners or moments of unexpected joy that sometimes capture our attention and warm our hearts. I try to keep my eyes open to that beauty everywhere around me. Noticing a delicate flower that is really a weed, or how a bird flies in and out of its nest with a continuous supply of worms for the life that lies within. These little things — or, I should say, big things — are meaningful gifts that are always there. Begging to be acknowledged.
I find a lot of that beauty in my garden. A space where we spend time drinking good wine and making even better plans. When we bought our house some eight years ago, I immediately fell in love with the garden. Hydrangeas, lavender, roses and little corners I couldn’t wait to decorate and fill with new life. Soon, we planted our cherry tree and apple tree. Then came the thyme and rosemary, and even more lavender. It wasn’t long before I was planting vegetables, too.
But as the years passed, what was once a neat little garden became a little too lush for our liking, despite all the time we put into keeping up with its explosive growth. So instead of buying more gardening equipment, we agreed to enlist the help of a professional gardener — who will be giving us a clean slate this Friday. Everything will be drastically trimmed, buffed, and if need be, pulled out. At first I found the thought depressing. All those beautiful plants we so lovingly put it would soon be gone. But they had done their job, and it was time for new beauty to sing its song once again.
I spent the afternoon outdoors under a blue sky, doing some trimming of my own.

I usually harvest my lavender somewhere at the end of August/beginning of September. Our five lavender bushes, which once produced enough lavender to spread around the whole house and would abundantly be growing around this time, are now nearing their end. I picked the prettiest flowers I could find.
This would be a scene from September. It’s early June.
The only plants that will stay are the hydrangeas and all the trees, including our apple tree. Last year we hardly had a harvest, but this year already looks promising.
A few wild flowers to add beauty to my mantlepiece… and keep the angel company.
I prefer that Pastis watches me from here. Otherwise, he commands all my attention. Trying to chew on twigs or check out insects (which he knows he’s not supposed to).
I harvested a good handful of rosemary, one of my favorite herbs. I see rosemary chocolate mousse in the near future.
wild flowers
Weeds can be so pretty…
Wine in my favorite spot. A perfect way to round off a perfect afternoon.