First a big thank you all who read and commented on my last post. I was a touch reluctant to write such a personal piece but then I thought what the hell, why am I doing this if not to share my life.
And frankly after one more 94degree day (Saturday) there wasn't much more to talk about. My good friend Gwen gave me a ride home from work and asked to do a garden walk. It was filled with pregnant silences from both of us. Then she sweetly said she had seen it looking better. I know she had, she's a reader of this very blog where only the highlights are shown. But in person, the peach tree afflicted with leaf curl is not an inspiring sight, the weeds, er rather lawn have not been mown in weeks and everything was gasping for water.
The heavens must have seen my blushing face because we've gotten a little rain, and I've tromped around in the wet grass and found a bit of color we may have missed on Saturday.
The chokecherry is full of bright red berries, the pineapple sage is just starting to open and the leaves are worth a rub. The Japanese anemones have survived another desert like summer and the eupatorium rugosum is lighting up a far corner of the berm.
Luckily I'm the queen of denial, so I'm going to continue to enjoy the beautiful garden moments close up, cropped so to speak and until spring the only garden tours I will conduct are right here.
The food's always good though, you're welcome for dinner if you come after dark.
