Some of my favorite memories of walking the streets in Milan were the quick stolen glances into an interior courtyard. Courtyards seemed the norm in that city. We quickly realized when a car pulled up to a closed door if we slowed down and timed our pace just right we could watch the door open and spend a few minutes ogling the garden within. Sometimes a door would be open as we walked by and I couldn’t help but take a few steps inside to check things out (much to my husband’s horror).So on a walk one afternoon here in Portland I was very excited to notice this little courtyard just barely visible beyond the open door. I had to take a closer look.
A pair of Tatting ferns were tucked just inside the main door.
Oh how I wanted the interior door to magically open so I could step inside.
But it was not to be. I had to be content peaking through the wire.
Back out on the substantial front porch Lila look advantage of the water droplets collected on the Hydrangea blossom. They were bent under the weight of the water but after she drank her fill they popped upright again.
I could imagine myself enjoying coffee here in the morning, and wine in the evening, watching the neighbors stroll by.
Ok time to walk on. I’ve trespassed long enough.
Another day in another part of town I discovered this stove full of Sempervivum and Sedum.
Up close I could see there were tiny treasures tucked in the back, and a horse-shoe on top. Unfortunately all the good luck had spilled out.