Time has slowed to a quiet gentle pace here at Brambleberry Cottage. Almost as if we have been lulled into a peaceful dreaminess of soft mornings, serene afternoons, and evenings spent curled up on the couch with a good book. This is without a doubt my favorite way of life. I long for peace and quiet and yet with work obligations and church commitments that peace always seems to be an elusive memory or thought somewhere deep within the recesses of my mind. Always within my reach and yet not quite within my grasp.
We have been doing some much needed work in our herb garden this week. It has been neglected over the last year and become overgrown to the point of being unrecognizable. All that is visible is a tumbled mess of ivy and fern. Beneath the layers of ivy lay the bones of what was once my favorite little "room" in the yard... a flagstone patio planted with 28 varieties of creeping herbs, a sweet plum tree, a hand made bird bath, and a few roses encircled within a white lattice fence. I'm hoping to bring the area back to life over the next several months so it can once again be enjoyed.