I, like sweet little Mary Lennox, believe in the healing power of gardening. My father is a beautiful, natural gardener and a constant inspiration for my plant pursuits. Apartment living can be tough on plants, limited sun exposure, an overactive heater, it's enough to make a girl feel like a failure....
I think i've finally gotten a handle of what works in my apartment, i have indirect southern and northern exposure. This is why i adore a good terrarium, I rarely have to water them and i can have all of my favorites that i can barely keep alive outside a jar, ferns, fittonia, moss and baby's tears. Most live atop of my dresser in the bedroom. I love how they look like victorian science experiments.
It's an addiction, i swear. I buy find myself buying things for the jars they come in and those cheesy grandma candy dishes in thrift stores for the glass toppers to put on my old canning jars.
I am completely obsessed with these old illustrations. They are all old "Home & Garden" covers from the late teens. I want to be a beautiful, amazingly dressed gardener in my own flower garden. Someday it'll happen. The power of positive thinking!
I just love this girl. I feel like someone looked into my heart and painting who i want to be these days.
This is my dream summer cottage. I hope to make my home look like it could be inside of this charmer.
Now if only i could wrangle some swans to hover outside my apartment window all day long.