The path paved with smooth, white pebbles meandered past fragrant purple lavender that brushed playfully against my leg. Yellow bearded irises with their sharp pointed leaves danced in the mild breeze. The peony bush was the colour of rich wine, its perfect sphere shaped bulbs had yet to produce the showy fushia flamenco dancing ladies… Read More Gardens And Grief
I wrote about how Justine’s garden was envisioned and made with help from a few of her friends and family here. It’s just so beautiful that I wanted to share a few photos along the garden path.