My life is perfectly imperfect. It's the way I like it. Perfect is boring in my book. I've always found beauty in the imperfect and my garden reflects it. One of our favorite places to spend our time is in Claremont, CA. A glorious little town. Home of The Claremont Colleges and the cutest little downtown you'll ever see. It was a treat for us to eat at The Danson. We'd spend hours chatting on their outdoor patio. Then, we'd walk, hand in hand, through the quaint streets of Claremont. We'd admire the different houses, craftsman, victorian, modern, brick, tudor, you name it, it's there. The sidewalks are uneven, the gardens are organically arranged. I would walk slow by my favorite homes and glance into the uncovered windows. I loved looking in to get just a glimpse of the owners. The artwork, the lamps, the dining room table, it was a window into someone else's life.
My garden reflects my perfectly imperfect style.
Basil taking a dip
Massive holes dug by our pups
Perfectly imperfect melons
A watering can with no right place to be stored
Gardening gloves left on the window sill
Tall grass begging to be mowed
Weeds among the flower beds
A potato vine taking over our front porch
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Perfectly imperfect is beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you different.
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