...I remember giving this book to my daughter when she was a little one and the hours we spent reading it together, spellbound, is one of my favorite memories.
I have always dreamed of having my own secret garden, I suppose we all have, or at lease a proper English garden would do. I don't believe it to be an unreasonable dream especially since our weather is much like that of Merry ol' England!
About two years ago I asked my dear hubs to help me decide on what to do with this dreary space. Sitting over there in a lawn chair on a hot day along with the garbage can and air-conditioning unit was not cutting it for me. I looked through magazines~, tearing out pages upon pages in anticipation of my own special place. Within a few weeks the hubs had built this amazing deck.
It solved all our problems with the damp, boring grass, and elevated our lawn chairs to a more suitable height. It also became a place to put potted plants...lots of them, and hanging baskets, and all sorts of old, chippy, rusty yard art.