While the cat posse study the back patio shenanigans, I have gone forth into the gardens and patios of friends to steal ideas.
Everything is lush and Mediterranean at Cristina's cottage. I've always wanted an enormous bougainvilla rambling over something.
In addition to coveting her garden, my eyes glinted and narrowed when I saw the gate. But how to get it off it's hinges with a glass of wine in my hand? I endeavor to study this more carefully.
In the meantime some tiles arrived.
And I've made a trip to the nursery to take a look at the succulents. Nearly every container that was on my patio will be planted in the ground. Less to trip over when I'm walking around in a stupor of some kind or another.