As many SMB readers will know, I am living in a permanent state of ‘desperate to move house’. I’ve spoken about my desire to give my home a makeover before, but in reality all I want to do is move away to a quiet little cottage somewhere with a pretty garden and a peaceful view. Or a mansion. I’d also be happy with a mansion.
What does Sophie do when she can’t get what she wants? She plans. I swear, I go on Rightmove as a hobby and there are more folders for DIY and home decor in my bookmarks tab than anything else. Living in a second floor flat means that I am currently obsessed with having a garden, and dreaming of all of the ways I could use that space. Here are some of my current dreams and goals for when I am the proud owner of some outdoor space – and the book, film and TV programme that serve as my constant inspiration.
Now, I’m not saying I should live on Wisteria Lane, but I do have a penchant for drama and a love for freshly-cut grass. I won’t be employing a gardener and I imagine its difficult to push a lawnmower while you’re sipping on a cocktail, so I think fake grass is the only way to go. Perfectly green, perfectly short, and an amazing base for all of those garden parties you are definitely going to want to be throwing in your perfectly perfect garden.
Hands up if you remember Harriet the Spy! There was a scene where Golly took Harriet, Sport and Janie to a curious garden filled with a variety of percussion, gorgeous plants, colourful windmills and those unlabelled bottles of whatever the hell Harriet downed a whole bottle of. And bubbles! So many bubbles. It always fascinated me as a child and, while I’d personally enjoy a garden that was a little bit more organised than that, I love the idea of setting up a miniature wonderland for my kids to explore and relish in showing off to their friends.
When I was a little girl, the Enchanted Forest was my safe space. Moon Face and Silkie and Saucepan Man were among my best friends, and I burned with jealousy when I read about the children who only had to walk to the end of their garden and they were already halfway to the Faraway Tree. Outside of Enid Blyton’s world, my real-life best friend’s house was surrounded by land of various terrains – trees, creeks, old barns, fields – and we would spend each weekend seeing how far our adventures would take us. I would love to have a garden that verged on some sort forest so that there were endless opportunities for adventures and family walks. I’m still a big kid at heart!
What does your dream garden look like? Have you always fantasized about a garden from a film or a book?