My garden holds some cool secrets. You could walk into my garden and never see them. That’s because they can’t be seen.
When you buy a house, more than likely there are certain amenities you like…Maybe it’s the big rock hearth or a swimming pool or perhaps it’s the walk-in butler’s pantry. You say to yourself, “Oh, I like that!”
Well, when I purchased this house, the garden secrets were still secret. I didn’t know they existed because I was inside cleaning and unpacking and so forth. However, these secrets (two) are some of my favorite house amenities.
Have I piqued your curiosity? Good.
I’d love to tease you more, but maybe that’s cruel.
My backyard garden comes with magical notes…Moreover, most of the time you know what time it is if you stay outside long enough, and that’s not because you have your cell phone in your hand.
The photo below holds a hint.
I live about four blocks from the Sacred Heart Catholic Church (photo above). It’s history is here if you’re interested.
My house is the perfect distance from Sacred Heart to hear its bells chime on the hour from 7 am until 8 pm every day. The sound of the bells is not annoying because I live far enough away to hear them only when I’m outside, but more than that, the church plays either harp melodies or bell compositions at certain times of the day such as at 11 am and 5 pm. So often this music is heavenly, and that’s not necessarily because it’s religious.
The melodies are light and airy and when the weather is warm as it was yesterday (mid-70’s) and the sun is out, I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else. One could easily drown out this music with a radio or by hooking your head up to an iPod, but why would you?
As if that weren’t enough, I live only three blocks from Hambone’s Cajun Grill.
(Photos below – front & back of Hambone’s plus a shot of the public park BEHIND Hambone’s)
What’s so special about Hambone’s aside from their food? Well, in late spring & early summer, Hambone’s sometimes hosts live bands who play music outdoors, and I get to hear it for free from my backyard deck.
Once again, the music is neither too loud or too soft. As Goldilock’s said, “It’s just right.” When I’m inside my house, I don’t hear it at all.
Sometimes at the end of a day there is nothing better than to sit on the back deck in one of the Adirondack chairs with a glass of wine or a wine cooler listening to a live rendition of “Sweet home, Alabama…Where the skies are so blue…” Pure bliss.