That the former owner of DC's place was a florist is evident all over the house. The interior switchplates, handles, and knobs are all garden-related -- slender shovels for pull-handles, rose knobs, and even a rabbit-and-trellis wallpaper border in the laundry room. Outside, there were ceramic woodland creatures as well as birdhouses and other celestial hangings and 'garden accents.' (Notice the "were": I long ago relegated them to that part of the yard closest to the trash bins, though in all likelihood we'll donate or give them away before we toss them -- one man's trash is another man's treasure, right?) I'm still working on extracting the flower-faced pavers.
Those are the little things that are not necessarily DC's style, and will be switched out by-the-bye. What's more permanent, and much to our benefit, is the variety of plants on the grounds, that don't. stop. growing. We -- as well as friends and family -- have all got more than our daily dose of Vitamin C from the orange tree in the backyard. The bees love the basil tree (yes, its branches are over 1" thick!) and we always see hummingbirds at the plumeria, stephanotis, honeysuckle, hibiscus, and more, whose names I don't yet know. Last week I did some trimming and collected a few of the roses growing in the front yard into one lovely bouquet, that I brought back to my apartment. We did a little photo shoot in the afternoon light, and I simply couldn't narrow it down to just one or two to post. So here are five:
How I wish that you could smell these roses! I, for one, am so very grateful to inherit such a lovely garden, especially since my apartment only allows for growing in small pots. The birds of paradise are now in bloom, new oranges are growing, camellia buds are appearing, and the poinsettia tree is preparing its fiery blossoms for the coming months. And the roses really never stop blooming. Onwards, to the winter garden!