. . . our garden.
We spend almost every evening out here and I occasionally find myself daydreaming about what has happened here in the last 500 years. You can almost see the history. There are still iron rings built into the building that were used to tie horse reins and the crazy tall double doors are just wide enough for a carriage. It is like stepping back in time.
How great is it that this is not just an Italian inspired garden. It's the real thing, complete with orange trees with actual oranges. They are growing in these enormous 60 year old planters from Tuscany. It takes a forklift to move them for winter. There are roses, hydrangeas, wisteria, statues that are older than America, and several pet turtles. The planters outside our back door and throughout the garden sit on pieces of old columns. I'd love to know the story about those. Roman? Greek? Part of the original house? Who knows.
Our garden is small with a tiny piece of grass. But the boys love moving the gravel around in dump trucks (like a giant sandbox, I guess!). Our front yard is a street. Literally. So it is so nice to have this little piece of green tucked inside an urban city block.
(You can see one of the old column pieces here in the top right.)