I wish you could come to my house for a little chat. I can imagine you coming up the walk and seeing the spread of the sweet valley at the foot of the hill. In fact, if you stood in front of my house and spun in a circle, every view would be filled by a hill. For a few months of the year, they are grass green. The rest of the time they are the color of golden wheat.
As you approach, the world behind the gate comes into view.
If you come on a warm summer's night, you will be treated to an assortment of heavenly smells.
The Abraham Lincoln roses on the right . . .
the Coat of Many Colors at the door . . . .
the Queen Elizabeth's on the left right next to the Star Jasmine.
More likely than not, you would be greeted at the door by one of my boys. They love company and usually wait outside for anyone said to be on their way.
And then you will be here and I will be happy.
I will invite you to sit on my couch--it's strong and sturdy and after 18 months remains undestroyed by The Big Guy.
Not that he doesn't do his best.
The Little Guy tries, too. At any rate, should you come to my house, you would meet both of them (or meet them again if I am lucky enough to have had you in my home before).
The Spouse will be here, too, but he's a bit camera shy so I don't have a photo to share on this virtual visit. But when you see him, you'll be surprised at how cute he is. Meanwhile, you're sure to get licked by this filthy creature below. (Could someone please give this darn dog a bath?)
By this time, we shall be glad to escape into the backyard. We could drink lemonade in th shade of the umbrella (no dogs allowed).
Or we could sit in the flower bower and eat tiny sandwhiches with the tips of our fingers.
Speaking of flowers, you should be sure to come in May when the New Dawn climbing rose is at its spectacular best.
We could compare notes on the most eye-catching, sweetest-smelling, awe-inspiring gardens (or rose bushes) we have ever seen.
Naturally, there ARE other flowers than roses. These geraniums, which started out as a single stem stuck into a broken strawberry pot (where it still dwells) did not disappoint this year.
If it gets too hot (and it probably will) we could escape the heat and the dog and kids by moving down the hall into my bedroom to sit on my cool, comfortable and very white bed.
We could discuss the advantages of painting two of the walls pink and wallpapering the other two with yellow. In the winter, the room glows in electric light yet still feels crisp and cool when I open my eyes after a luxurious summer snooze.
My closet contains a desk and is draped with curtains. It is very soft and romantic and I am quite taken with it. (Indeed I am.)
We would take a peek out into the back garden through the lace at the window and talk and sigh about how soon it must all be over . . . and chat some more.
All too soon, after some hours or days or weeks, depending on your patience, tolerance and all-around strength of character, it would be over and you would have to go. If you take your leave as the sun is setting, this is what you would see as you walk out my front door.