I want to grow a garden.
I came to this realization after visiting Anne Hathaway's childhood home in Stratford-upon-Avon. Nooooo, not the American actress, Anne Hathaway, silly.
I'm speaking of the 16th century Anne Hathaway. Uh huh, Shakespeare's Anne Hathaway. That one.
I was fully expecting to fall in love with her house, of course. I'm that first-magazine-subscription-to-Architectural Digest-in-junior-high-school gal. And, of course yes, I did fall in love with the house.
It had me at thatched roof.
I was even able to sneak a shot in of the inside. Photogs. Pffft.
But it was the gardens that grabbed me by my heart this time.
The colors grabbed me. The delicacy of each bloom grabbed me.
Of course, now I have to plan a move to cooler climate.
If we all don't die. (What's up with that? I musta missed something.)
*Hub home from Sweden tonight. Buffalo burgers need to get grillin'.