It started as my mother’s dream: a beautiful black garden full of drama, mystery, and moonlit blooms.
My goal isn’t perfection; it’s to build something we can both enjoy, a garden we can walk through together; proof that even the shadowy things can grow into something beautiful.
A gothic garden doesn’t bloom overnight. It unfurls: slow, deliberate, and full of dark beauty.
It’s a space where black petals, deep crimson leaves, and weathered textures weave together like a whispering story.
Fall and spring are your two magic seasons; one for laying the bones, the other for breathing life into them.
Author’s summary: Creating a gothic garden from a mother’s dream.