Back From Sixteen Gardens In Three Days
The 2013 Garden Blogger's Fling is now complete. We flew from garden to garden.
The plant-talking and deer-cursing and micro-climate-bemoaning was squeezed in between picture-taking. Lots and lots of picture-taking. We were a hoard of plant paparazzi.
We descended on gardens like a swarm of hungry bees.
Little time for contemplation. On to the next garden! See today, think tomorrow. A whirlwind of green wanderlust.
Smile, Pittosporum undulatum!
We walked and talked and gawked.
At one garden in Berkeley, we had some extra time while waiting for the tour bus to return. I sat on a shaded bench and shut my camera off.
The bees buzzed; the Bay breeze riffled the lillies; weeping conifers swayed to the song of friendly voices.
I was transformed from a hurried visitor to a serene witness. Yes, I thought, this is why I came.
For the next few days, I'll be mulling over the gardens I visited. I want to figure out why the beautiful gardens we visited were as good as they were, in the hope of improving my own.
Back home, confronted with a garden that looked like an aging movie star with a bad hangover, I did what all other Flingers must do when they arrive home: laundry.