One day perhaps I'll have a garden of my own, a backyard bouquet of sorts... though if you ask my husband, he's quick to point out I lack a green thumb! But that hasn't stopped me from dreamily browsing through Jardin magazines and earnestly trying to keep the few potted plants I have alive.
So for a week every summer in France, I co-opt my mother-in-law's intimate little green space. Her petit jardin is simply a small rock terrace that flows into a square of sloping grassland dotted with flowers, potted plants and patches of hidden herbs. A grand but fading pine tree offers an eclipsing shade for the heat weary and a respite for tired, hungry birds - the local mésanges and moineaux (tit birds and sparrows) - that come singing every morning and evening. Empty and forgotten pots bely the gardener's natural green thumb and affection for her backyard sanctuary, where she is dutiful and responsive.
How about you, do you have un petit jardin?