Be Still My Bleeding Hearts

In the secret garden of my dreams, underneath a canopy of rustling trees, there would be a comfy overstuffed chair

next to a table with a stack of books ready to be consumed.

The chair and table would be surrounded by a perennial garden.

In the perennial garden there would be an abundance of textures, colors, and whimsical blooms of all varieties.

And two of the whimsical blooms I would enjoy in the springtime?

Bleeding Hearts

 

Mountain Bluets

(pardon my scrappy camera...it does not do these justice...come pay me a visit to see them in real life)

As you can see, I've got the flowers. 

Now I just need the table and chair.