Once upon a time…

Well, 1906 to be precise.

But once upon a time feels right.

Once upon a time, to save a collection of historic trees, a man by the name of Pierre S. du Pont purchased a farm in Pennsylvania.

And then Pierre S. du Pont discovered that he had a passion for gardening.

And then all hell broke loose.

And this farm evolved into the 1,077 acres of outdoor gardens and 4 acres of conservatory that is now known as Longwood Gardens. You can read a more extensive history here.

I’m loving the word “and” today.

We were fortunate enough to spend the better part of a day there with friends on our recent trip to Philly and greater Pennsylvania. I wanted to take up residence in one of their three treehouses for a about a week. You need more than the better part of a day to tour Longwood.

This one would do.

It has pews in it.

One of my favorite places turned out to be the Green Wall.

Want.

I’m still trying to figure out how we might incorporate this into our modest 1766 square foot home.

Then I think about what might come out when the lights go off.

The bane and blessing of being a writer.

Horror/Sci-Fi genres… spiders, zombies, or anything from the movie Prometheus. I can’t believe I watched that.

Fantasy genre… faeries, borrowers, Tink.

It’s the Loo, the Lav, the Water Closet.

See the little red light. Ocupado.

Goblin? Gremlin? Hobbit? Benedict Cumberbatch? If it’s Benedict, I’ll wait.

The Green Wall goes on forever.

I wonder which door leads to Narnia?

And a good Thursday to you all.

Elen