My relationship with plants has often been described as a hateful one. As a child I went on many hikes with my dad through Oregon’s many forests, visiting majestic waterfalls and spectacular views. I loved these hikes, but as I grew up I began to get a destain for Oregon’s evergreen forests with their creeping ferns and looming trees that never changed color. They bored me, and for some reason no longer beckoned in a friendly manner. And the rain that turned pathways into mud didn’t help my affection toward Mother Earth’s creations either. I didn’t care for flowers much, especially tulips and the roses that Portland was known for. But with each trip to California I became entranced with the palms, cacti and bizarre plant life that dotted the streets. My visits to Joshua Tree solidified that passion for the strange and otherworldly like plants that called California home. Living in Oregon, having plants or a garden was never high on my list, mostly because I knew that my choice in plants may not survive the wet climate, but when we moved into our new place here in California I couldn’t wait to fill our patio with plants that looked as if they just came off a 60s Star Trek episode.
Over the last month or so Patrick has been surprising me with various cacti and even with vintage planters he scored on Ebay. He has done a fine job in selecting succulents, and also purchased two small patio umbrellas and outdoor lights. Prior to all of this, our patio just had two butterfly chairs and a small table. He even built some stylish palettes for our plants to sit on, so they would have a smooth surface, but not take up room on the concrete. Much of the inspiration for our patio stems from our visits to California lush missions (hence our Madonna) and the Joshua Tree Inn.
I simply adore sitting outside in the warm sun with a book. So I thought I would share a peek into a lazy day at home on our patio.
We also wanted some covering for a bicycles, and purchased this swell shed on-line. It keeps our bikes from getting faded, or rained on (which still happens!). Like with most apartments, we suffered from some restrictions that are common when renting, and it made Patrick and I all the more eager to own a home. But in the meantime, I’m happy to have this lovely patch of paradise.