The crew was busily putting the soft greens into the greenhouses so we strolled the grounds.
Row upon row of freshly murdered trees for the upcoming holiday. We put up our perfect fake-tree Saturday with a "snow-bird" theme. Each year we do something different in spite of the beans arguing for 'sameness.' Last year we did a "Blue Obama" theme that everyone could get behind...we all believed change was right around the corner. I haven't given up hope but I do feel like a lot of the idea's have flown south for the winter...farther south than here.
All the usual stuff...the smell inside was refreshing though, cold clean dirt and fresh greens.
When we first saw the pond mold, we thought we'd missed something...but no, they're for special order. The good thing is that they can get them in within the week. McIntires is family owned since the 70's and the staff was very kind...and honest. "No" it's not all organic, and they had row upon row of poison to prove it...but they also had everything for the organic gardener. Which reminds me that there's a dermatologist in Quebec, June Irwin who has successfully removed pesticides from the city and there is now a new documentary about her David and Goliath story called "Hudson: A Chemical Reaction." The best news I've seen lately though is about France suing Monsanto for lying about the product, Round Up. I know so many gardeners who think they can't live without it (Randy) and we didn't get a whiff of info about the suit here in the US but they lost and you can't get it in France anymore costing Monsanto a pretty penny(check the BBC.) I'm all for boycotting Monsanto there are sooo many reasons why and now that I know that it does leach into the soil, I'm going to have to go the urine route on killing unwanted saplings...well, spouse will. Apparently male urine is more toxic.
Here's the sad demo of the one pond they did have, reminding me why I haven't gone this route yet. Of course, that was before we'd seen Bob's place.
We decided to take a drive around town before hitting our second destination...who do you suppose collects the mail from the top box? Big bird?
I love these old County Seat Courthouses! The downtown was dolled up for Christmas and very, Victorian charming!
I love the deep blue of a freezing fall day juxtaposed with the beautiful reds of our beloved Texas Red Oak...I wish it wasn't so over planted. I'm trying to decide on something for my front yard, the Sycamore doesn't have many years left.
The corner shop, which has a "G" atop the side wall...mmmmm perfect for my studio...dreamin'.
Bob...what's the scoop?
This is one fired up Tricia, and she is delightful. Randy and I thought we had the place to ourselves when suddenly we heard a huge crash and some lively yellin'.
Tricia had hit the gas instead of the break on the golf cart propelling her little gang over the garden bed and into a sculpture.
The plantings around them make them seem folkishly magical.
This is the vine on the entrance arbor, Tricia pointed out the fruit, it's from the Morning Glory family, only evergreen and blooms white.
We had a wonderful time and it's worth the trip. Because of the forecast, most of the plants had been put away...but I'm putting this on my spring list of places to visit. The grounds are gorgeous and the Miller's are devoted! Great place to go!
This is the view from the side of his gorgous cabin in the woods...which he and Lynn built themselves.
Well, we were having such a good time listening to Bob spin tails that we had ourselves a second. The drive back to town seemed like a Monet, and the cactus juice must have been top notch because I woke up the next morning with energy. I almost feel like gardening again,
naaaa. Not yet, I think I'll make myself a pitcher and draw me up a pond!