He brought his two aunts, his parents and his grandmother just in from India. Both labs were invited but as ever it was suggested they stay on leash for the garden tour.
Because while we were introducing Mr. Baby to Geoff and Chuck who have created this garden of eden from acorns and seeds, many of then planted 30 years ago, other critters were preparing a welcome show.
We all looked up.
And around.
We smelled the peonies and iris, lamented over a lost cherry and marveled at all the new beds dug and planted since our last visit.
The blueberry bushes are loaded, the strawberries are just ripe and the 21 tomato plants are in. A small crop this year.
We dined on their asparagus and lettuces. The pie was appropriately enough strawberry, rhubarb.
And that floor show I hinted at earlier?
First by the long borders.
Then in back of the hen house.
with the strains of "bend over let me see you shake a tail feather" floating through our minds came the showgirls.
Follies Broadway, country style.
