Driving through the village about two months ago, I happened to look to my left just at the right time and caught the sight of some white plastic blowing in the wind.
What was that?
Did I just see what I think I saw?
I turned the car around.
Yep.
Abandoned hoop houses.
I just happened to have my camera and took these shots to share with you and to use on my ever-growing inspiration board.
My mind has raced with thoughts of me - and them - becoming fast friends since seeing them for the first time. The possibility of having a dedicated space for seedlings of all types and a place for gardening friends to gather.
I drove my husband and son over to see the new discovery. I took my mom by to see the fabulousness the last time she was over. I made a friend drive over last week to show her the possibilities. Everyone has been enthusiatically underwhelmed.
I'm a "Field of Dreams" type of gal. ("If you build it, they will come.") I am full of ideas and on paper the plans for my quaint, fun, colorful, bustling garden destination make the little pitter-patter in my chest race with green excitement. This is a big project. An expensive one. An exhausting one. Maybe even an impossibly stupid one, but then again - I have always run toward the fire, not away from it.
These long-forgotten and overgrown hoops just two miles from my house are absolutely my happiness-waiting-to-happen.
Now I just have to find out who owns them and stalk approach them for a conversation...
Here is a great view from the Taunton garden in Georgia for your weary Wednesday. I visited there in 2010 and loved the scenery!