A very french morning
Salut mes amis!
Yesterday was a day spent in the garden, sorting the garden, potting, planting, putting down gravel, digging up, digging down. Anything and everything you can do in a garden – we did!
After a year of garden anxiety – haha yes garden landscaping is somewhat of an enigma – I called my dear friend Natalie, who coincidentally is an amazing landscape architect, in a panic and for some help. We had a long chat over the phone about what to think about when designing a garden. Natalie gave me so many amazing tips and suggestions, that I’ve decided to write a bit of a garden blog this weekend (stay tuned!). But beyond the general tips, she also drew up a whole garden plan for us. So I had my work cut out and boy o boy did I work. Perhaps it is therefore not surprising that I woke up feeling tired and sore in my muscles today. We, therefore, decided to treat ourselves to a good old french breakfast, consisting of, at least in my household, camembert, confiture and toasted baguette with black coffee. And, last but not least, freshly cut wildflowers from the field.
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