See that photo up there? I’ve been staring at it all summer. I don’t even remember stumbling across it, but at some point I did, and it went straight into my Inspiration folder. Now that my husband and I are beginning the house-hunting process, I click on it every
other hour so often to remind myself of what we’re I’m looking for in a backyard (read: little to no maintenance, mature trees, and, fine, the number of a good landscaper).
It’s perfect. There are mismatched throw pillows! A wall of hanging quilts and blankets that most certainly aren’t weatherproof! Rattan side tables! Weird little plantings! A HEADSCARF! Sometimes I pretend that I am that headscarf-ed woman. And then I venture out onto my own postage-stamp patio and see: a chipping patio set left over by the people that previously owned our house, a dirty green hose coiled up in a corner, a pair of ceramic elephant side tables I bought on a whim at HomeGoods, and a trio of dying bushes. It’s not pretty. Certainly not the bohemian paradise of a woman who never has to fret about pedestrian things like rain or insects or dirt.