The front courtyard garden is shaded in the early morning and today I decided this is where we should be eating our breakfast.
The sun soon reaches the dining patio in the back and although we have always had breakfast in the English garden in the summer because of this, for some reason this year we have not breakfasted in there one time. We thought of it the other morning but our neighbor is digging a well and the noise of the drill was bouncing off our high walls.
The coolness of the morning air and the trickle of the little water feature, hidden behind the Whale's tongue agave, A. ovatifolia, are a perfect accompaniment to breakfast.
The problem is the seating. We have been nursing these chairs along for several years. Out in the elements for 10 years they are starting to break up. One leg has already rusted through and has a splint made from re-bar. The table, made form a flue pipe and piece of sandstone, is too low.
So, I'm on the look out for something to replace. Here's hoping I find something before summer is over.
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