Looking north, on the lawn of the David/Peese residence.
A huge bouquet of fragrant and billowing thank yous to Pam, Melissa, Diana, and Bonnie for all their hard work in organizing the first Garden Bloggers Spring Fling. It was fun to read Pam's post about the first night’s conversation over enchiladas at Matt’s. I have to say that my table quickly devolved from dirt and HTML, to how we have assimilated gay children into our extended families. Don’t ask me how this happened but all I can say is that apparently affinity for gardening = immediate intimacy. We laughed a lot and found common ground (predominantly clay, with poor drainage). And after hearing Tom Spencer speak, I guess it should be no surprise. Spending time as we do, noses close to the ground, inspecting small things closely, we gardeners have a well-tuned sense of what’s important, and what to let slide. One high point was for me the open lawn at 8 Sugar Shack. What a lovely prospect. It made me want to rush home and reconnect with my own much more humble, yet no less, reverential patch of joy. Happy gardening, garden bloggers!
After 10 years gardening on solid rock in Rollingwood, I moved into a 40's cottage in the North Loop area spring 2007. The little postage stamp yard is black clay and no one had ever dug a single flower bed. After visiting Key West a few years ago, I came back inspired by the little frame cottages, white painted railings, and rustling palm leaves. So the plan is: desert tropical cottage garden.