In a lot of ways, I am an excellent designer, but one thing holds me back from ever being great: I have no sense of measurement. Every time I picture a space I intend to fill in, it becomes much larger than it really is in my imagination. My garden for example was no exception to the rule. I dreamed about it day and night throughout the year; winter slowly turned to spring and summer to fall. In the end I would always say that I would transform it my way this year. I would design a pathway, and then I would set up a waterfall, and fill up the garden by growing quite a few species of uncommon and exotic flowers. And in the end, I would add a wrought iron garden gate to the front entrance.
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