I ♥ NYC. The concrete and constant movement never get old. Tree lined streets and Central Park tend to satisfy any need I have for green.
I recently went home, my childhood home, to visit family. My parents are the hardest working people I know and created such beautiful surroundings for my 3 brothers and I to grow-up in. Lounging on the deck and looking onto the backyard, the basil plant gracing my apartment windowsill seems a little wanting. However, I know how lucky I am to have this special place to ♥.
{the knot garden my mom designed}
{a bridge built by my dad and brothers}
{signs I painted with the distance to places significant to my family. Upside down ‘Bloomington’ is a tongue-in-cheek reference to my sense of direction}
{the treehouse}
{the patio and trailing ivy}
{large planter + green grass}
{a hidden bridge and ‘look-out point’}
{stone steps}
{tree steps}
{a caterpillar in the early morning}
“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.”
~Elizabeth Lawrence
