Saturday, the skies turned dark, thunder clapped, and we were treated to a brief downpour – unseasonable for us this time of year. The garden is loving it.
With the cooler temperatures and extra drink, everything burst forth in bloom.
The light was different and the colors more subdued – but beautiful bathed in warm grey.
Love the sound of these wind chimes in the rustling trees. My idea of church.
I’m really pleased with how these drifts have developed.
Inspired by something I saw in Fine Gardening magazine, and purchased as 3″ plants from Digging Dog Nursery, they have grown to full size in one season and now provide a bridge from Ina’s Cottage and California gardens to Maria’s Herb and St. Francis beds.
I was very pleased to meet this gentleman as well.
His name is Renji and he is a total charmer. Wish he were mine! I suspect he’ll be scooped up quickly.
I heard a story on the radio today. Jerry Saltz, an art critic for New York magazine was talking about Jackson Pollock, the painter. When he made his first famous drip painting, he supposedly turned to his wife and asked: Is this a painting?
That’s how I feel about these. ‘Are these photographs?’ Or simply disasters?
I dunno. Something made me save them from the ‘delete’ folder. Maybe someday, my disasters will be as sought after as Pollocks’ drips. A girl can dream.
The sun will be back tomorrow…and you know where you’ll find me.