That's right. My parents backyard is one luscious garden, and oh, how I love it!
I feel like my Mom is everywhere back there, after all, she is the one that designed the layout of it, and Dad helped make it happen. She was definitely a woman who overflowed with creativity.
The building shown below is her pottery studio.
I fear that climbing hydrangea is going to take over the entire structure if we don't trim it back soon.
To the left of the studio hangs the most relaxing hammock in the world. Napping in it is a true treat.
This little area is the home to not only different varieties of succulents, but also to many of the defected little items that we've made over the years; sunfaces with broken rays, frogs with dribbled glaze, broken dishes, etc. (A great way to recycle art!)
It's one of my favorite locations in the backyard.
It's also the home to many little sunfaces made by a local Portland artist.
Meet St. Isidore, the Patron Saint of Gardeners. Mom sculpted him years ago.
Here's a chubby little cherub basking in the sun. Dad welded the wings onto her back.
This little sunface is puckering up for a kiss (a Valentine's Day gift for my Daddy-O from Mom).
One of her many garden totems.
A cool little lady chillin' among some mint.
Here's the right-hand side of their backyard, where Aaron and I had our wedding reception almost 6 years ago! It's also where Aaron proposed to me, and where we first kissed! (That sounds a little funny--don't worry, we kissed long before he proposed to me. he he) How scandalous...
I'll show pictures of this portion of the yard sometime in the future.
My little girls just woke up and it's time for us to go outside in our own backyard for reading time.