The light filters beautifully through the Georgia pines this time of year. I find a kind of magic in the Autumn sun’s dreamy ability to add the most cozy appeal to just about anything it shines on.
“All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener’s garters, Shepherd’s purse,
Bachelor’s buttons, Lady’s smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.”
As with many things of a bygone era, there is a kind of unspoken magic about something that at one time was so admired + commonplace, but now taken for granted or overlooked.
It’s [almost] planting season in North Georgia. We’ve been working on building up our perennial border garden in the front yard + after what felt like months of struggling to find inspiration + a general plan, I have hit a geyser of creativity just in the past week!
Despite not knowing much about gardening nor what had transpired in this particular landscape before us, we decided to start small