Isn’t this the happiest little neighborhood? Cheery and bright, welcoming as the car lights swing into the drive.
Antithesis to homeowner-association-dictated beige.
The sort of spot where you would offer your divided hosta and peonies,
and she would invite you in when you come hunting for sugar or egg.
Marigolds wrapping paper from Paper Source, which I am using to line envelopes, but could be a number of any wonderful things, here.