I think I’ve mentioned that there are a couple of gardens in my neighborhood that I adore. In fact, on my daily walk with Guinevere, I try to walk by both houses before heading home. I am insanely jealous of both these gardens, wishing I had the foresight and talent to have a garden like either of these. As you know, my garden is just a mish-mosh of what I like and what survives in Minnesota, planted in dribs and drabs over the years. A lot of hostas, lilies, sedum, irises. The only overall plan is the “more flowers, less grass” plan – that’s it. No maps, no sketches, no layouts.
On Saturday morning I was wasting time driving around Linden Hills (waiting for my 10 a.m. time slot to pick up some bread from the bakery) and a garden caught my attention. Luckily no one was driving behind me, because I’m pretty sure I hit the breaks pretty good. It was so breathtaking that I turned around on the next block and went back, parked the car and got out to admire it. The photo I took doesn’t even begin to do justice to this yard. I hung around for almost 10 minutes, kinda hoping that someone would come out of the house so I could compliment them, but alas, nobody.
As I looked, I realized that the overwhelming number of plants in the garden were hostas, lilies, sedum and irises – just like my garden! Although this garden is certainly several steps up from mine, I thought that maybe I didn’t have to be INSANELY jealous… maybe just a little jealous. It gave me a warm feeling as I drove off, thinking that maybe my hostas and lilies give others a few moments of happiness.
Do you battle any jealousy in your life?