Rule No.105 - If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

Well,then I'm half way there. I have a very lovely little library, there are bird books,dictionaries, Spanish books, a Gandhi biography, Body for Life, some novels from book club, art books, photography books, an Argentina lonely planet, Roald Dahl, James Dean, Zulu/Xhosa books, some travel journals and a signed Edition of The Elephant Whisperer, to mention a few. It has always been my dream to have a room dedicated to books one day and I want my kids to be surrounded by books from the day they are born. The room needs to smell like books and have one of those fancy library ladders that you push and swing on from one side to the next.

Now, the garden part. Sigh. Just when I thought the orchid was my biggest task! There is a little spot outside our place that I recently had cleared with the intention of making it look pretty. That's as far as I got. Twinkle Toes has given me the amazing idea of creating a zen garden there, which I LOVE. Less plants, more stones and sand, yes please. Gee is doing the research for me, now I just need to find the courage to get some garden gloves and get digging.

Volunteers welcome. ; )

Comments

Bridget said…

Nothing is quite as creatively liberating as experimenting with something you have never done before! Its a great way to express, (and re-express) your continually evolving inspiration. Turning even the smallest patch of dirt into something beautiful is so satisfying that it will reward you every day when you walk past it. xxx twinkle toes xxx

2 June 2012 at 13:46

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