For days now, there have been firecrackers going off in our neighborhood – all in anticipation of July 4th. Call me a party pooper (I agree – I am), but this particular week always fills me with dread. This year, we had a very dry spring, and with last year’s Eagle Creek fire in fresh memory, hearing the popping sounds outside isn’t exactly making me feel more confident about a bunch of amateur pyro yahoos blowing off rockets. Unless the fireworks in question are aimed at the river, you’re going to have a really hard time convincing me that we’re not playing with fire.
I know I’m editorializing, but please accept this week’s gentle reminder that there are other ways to appreciate light, that are nearly as breathtaking and dramatic as fireworks (although not quite as loud). This weeks vignette is from my friend Tamara’s (of Chickadee garden fame) and her husband David’s garden. Our stroll through their fabulous farm (if you don’t know it, check it out – it has been a quite stunning transformation at near break-neck speed, over the past 2-3 years), brought many oohs and aahs on my part.
The first time I visited their property, Tamara (who is well aware of the severity of my plant addiction) kindly offered me a corner of their two acres, in which to put whatever lusty acquisitions that I have neither room, nor enough sun for in my shady haven. (I know, I know – a more reasonable gardener would not bring home things she couldn’t plant, but that’s beside the point.) Tamara, being the kind, generous friend she is, jokingly calls “my” corner “Anna’s Acres”. Gotta love that! 😀 The visit where I shot this photo was the first of my deliveries – I gave her two big plants that, quite honestly, I can’t WAIT to see planted within color-echo-shot of each other. More to come on that later… for now, my own husband is just happy that I cleared his driveway of several plants. Have a wonderful Independence Day, y’all!