Gardeners are closer to heaven

Spring has me in its grip.  
All I can dream of is my soon-to-own-new-garden.
What will I plant, how many gorgeous garden parties am I going to throw, what it would look like.  
Me, party thrower:  Mmmmm.  More like a recluse. 
Guess if I didn't have to leave the house, I wouldn't.  
But more about my not-so-normal-personality at a later stage.

In the meantime, I've started collecting pictures of things I like:

I even went to Ikea yesterday to buy garden chairs that I'm not so sure I will have space for.
Oh well, they're stackable.  
Once I grow my social personality, I'm sure they'll come in use.


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