It is spring here in the Colorado Rockies and we’ve yet to have a big spring snowstorm but I’m sure it’s in the works. I’ve been worrying over our front yard which is a giant slab of dirt with a little bit of sticky straw holding on to it for effect. Last fall, I scattered seeds from Western Native Seed in an attempt to grow a native prairie meadow. Right after I scattered the seeds, we had an incredibly windy and dry November and I don’t feel confident that the seeds haven’t all been dumped two yards down from us….so, we’re watering now, staring at the dirt and I ordered another round of seeds to plant after the last cold snap. I’ve had numerous people tell me it will look like a patch of weeds on the side of the road which might be the case, but I need to just work through it for 3 years in an effort to try to go lawnless.
The world is falling apart around us again this year and I just finished Emily St. John Mandel’s new book, Sea of Tranquility, where a character theorizes that the world is always just about to end without ever ending. That seems about right, doesn’t it?
Here are a few interiors that have caught my eye recently – some old, some new:
Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.Oscar Wilde