While my hands ache to feel the soil and I miss the smell of earth, winter is my time to dream. In the spring, I work to bring those dreams alive by developing and decorating my garden, with unusual vegetables, annuals and perennials. I also search for ornaments from ceramicists, sculptors and antique shows. Then, I carefully arrange compositions throughout the garden creating magical vignettes that invite the child within us to dream.
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