Queen Bee is a gardengirl at heart! Here is a glimpse into her private world. Her garden sanctuary is an extension of her home and glows in a palette of lavender blues and luminous whites.
"Deborah Laura gardens there, among the flora faire,
In Winter wild or Summer shine, her trowel doth show wear.
Whisper in the wind, sweet summer child, your secret if you dare,
Just beyond the bramble brummel, lies buried treasure there.
Darkest purple, blackest knight stand guard at every post,
Queen of the violet, sweetly scents till dawn is but a ghost.
Victoriana, castle quaint, adorned with clinging vine,
Lavender, lilac, violet blue, impressions intertwine.
Wedding white, old roses bloom, dreamers days drift by,
Yes this Morning Glory, is as true as the blue Summer sky.
Queen of her castle, lord of his lot, life is sweet it’s true,
Spellbound by Madame Butterfly, and lost in a garden of blue."
D. Gordon