It was a typical, late spring day in Oregon. It couldn't decide if it was going to be hot or cold, sunny or cloudy, or gray or blue. It was the perfect day to visit Bosky Dell Natives.
I brought my camera but I honestly didn't think I'd use it. I was going to be looking at plants after all. But something told me to bring it, something told me it would be worth it.
And, oh my goodness! It was! There were so many wonderful things to find! I started snapping photos in every direction, and my trip suddenly became much more about capturing the place than it was about reading plant labels. (Rest assured, I'll be back again soon to read those plant labels carefully.)
Stumbling upon this place was like stumbling into a fairy tale. Such unexpected surprises around every turn.
I wondered what it'd be like to live here. What would it be like to live in this charming place?
Of course, she made it this way so she must be rather charming herself.
Rocks and succulents and pine cones and tree stumps and old iron work. Meticulous and intricate but wild and unwieldy, all the same.
Can you just imagine what you'd find through that door? I wanted to know so badly! But it wasn't my place to peek.
The greenhouses kept drawing me in. Every nook and cranny was tended to, every plant cared for.
Every place was remembered, no spot was forgotten.
I was inspired to be more playful in my garden, and not worry so much about where things should go and how long they will last.
I was inspired to just put something there and find out.
I was just completely inspired.
