Not As Much As We'd Like

For all those afternoons we keep meaning to have.

Over the years, we've visited countless properties with lovely patios, comfortable furniture, mature gardens, and great views. The sort of places people save photos of and describe as "outdoor living." Yet when we ask homeowners if they spend much time there, the answer is often the same:

"Not as much as we'd like."

Which is strange. Because if you ask people how they'd like to spend a summer afternoon, very few answer, "Inside, checking email." They talk about drinking coffee outside, reading a book, having friends over, grilling dinner, or sitting in the garden long enough to lose track of time.

In other words, they describe being outside.

Maybe that's because every spring, in our minds we invent a new summer version of ourselves. And this person is doing remarkably well. They wear linen. They somehow always have lemons on hand. They know where the good olive oil is. Their friends stop by unexpectedly and they're delighted about it rather than mildly alarmed about the cleanliness of their home. They spend entire afternoons outdoors without checking their email, the weather, or wondering what’s for dinner.

Nobody knows where the lemons come from. The lemons are simply part of the fantasy.

By May, we're convinced will become this person. This is the year we'll entertain more. This is the year we'll eat outside. This is the year we'll finally use the fire pit for something other than collecting leaves. People begin saying al fresco again as though it's been part of their vocabulary all along.

There is always optimism.

And honestly, that’s the best part about people. Because what we're really imagining isn't a different life. It's the same life, just lived a little more slowly. A little more sunlight. A little less rushing. A little more lingering.

The garden, meanwhile, has been getting on with things. A shrub gets wider. A path gets narrower. A chair slowly disappears behind a hydrangea. The clematis begins operating without supervision. Nothing too dramatic happens.

That's usually the problem.

Most gardens don't become difficult overnight. They become just inconvenient enough. Not enough to stop you from going outside. Just enough that staying inside starts winning more often than it should.

And staying inside has become remarkably good at winning. Inside has Wi-Fi. Inside has air conditioning. Inside has every television show ever created and approximately fourteen devices reminding us we should be doing something else. Outside is competing uphill.

A few years ago, we visited a potential client with a beautiful patio tucked into the landscape. Comfortable chairs. Nice table. Great view. The sort of space that makes you think, I'd spend all summer out here.

When we asked how often do you use this? they laughed.

"We keep meaning to”

Which may be the official motto of modern life.

We keep meaning to call old friends. We keep meaning to read that book. We keep meaning to take a few days off. We keep meaning to spend more time outside.

The patio itself wasn't the problem. The garden had simply grown around it. Not enough to stop anyone using it. Just enough to make staying inside a little easier.

And that's how many gardens become scenery. Not through neglect. Through accumulation. A little more growth here. A little less space there. A few seasons of saying, We'll get to that later.

Then summer arrives. Friends come over. The weather cooperates. Someone suggests coffee outside. And suddenly the garden is being asked to deliver on all the promises we made back in April.

The best gardens aren't necessarily the largest, the rarest, or the most elaborate. They're the ones that get used. The ones where dinner runs late, coffee gets cold, and friends stay a little longer than planned. The ones that make it easier to spend a little more time outside than you intended.

You can usually recognize them by the evidence they leave behind. A water ring on the table. A chair worn smooth in one spot because somebody always chooses that view. Small clues that somebody was here.

More importantly, small clues that somebody intended to stay for twenty minutes and somehow stayed for two hours.

Evidence that the garden is being lived in rather than looked at.

Maybe not the full linen-and-lemons version of yourself. But close.

And honestly, that's enough.