Monday, June 28

poppy dreams

{hungarian blue poppy pods from my garden}

The house was neatly and imaginatively thatched, with a second roof, like a scalloped apron, over the first. The windows had leaded panes. A herringbone brick path crumbling with age and edged with lavender and santolina curved around to the back door. Here were hollyhocks and pinks, delphiniums, thyme and mignonette. An immaculate lawn stretched away from a flagstone area. At the bottom of the lawn, half hidden by a huge viburnum bodnantense, were two beehives. Barnaby, after his first shock of pleasure, stood for a long moment in silent appreciation. The garden settled round him as gardens will. Indifferent and harmonious; consolingly beautiful.*

That sounds like a house of perfection.

I'm also reading Handmade Houses: A Guide to the Woodbutcher's Art,** an incredible mostly-photo book of handmade houses; a collection of rustic stunners. One of them even has a tiny teahouse suspended on cables right over a creek. Bliss!

And lately I've been inspired by so much incredible photography on Flickr. 
Here are some of my favorites...

*from The Killings at Badger's Drift, by Caroline Graham, publ. 1987
** by Art Boericke/ Barry Shapiro, publ. 1973, San Francisco