Both of Oliver's grandparents have amazing green-thumbs. Anything they decide to grow, they can. And it always looks so amazing. Beautiful. Everything looks so accidental, like it's been happily growing there forever.
I want a garden like that.
I think in our next house, instead of a painting party where we repaint the whole house, we'll have a garden party. Maybe even the type where everyone wears an amazing, fancy, brimmed hat, and cute little cucumber sandwiches are served with tiny rose-shaped teacups. Then we'll all have to transform the yards into an oasis of luscious greenery woven with splashes of color.
But I have to have a Magnolia tree in the front...giant, with giant, delicious, white flowers. And a stone bench. Heavy. Stone. Inviting.
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