Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Now, I have alluded often to Bob, and his lovely, tap-dancing wife, Mary's glorious garden in northern California, sitting in an acreage on a hilltop (we'd call it a cliff in Iowa) overlooking Tomales Bay, and surrounded by thousands of acres of the pristine Point Reyes National Seashore. Perhaps I should finally give this garden some reality by posting a few pictures, taken on our last visit there. Here we see the sun just rising over the bay at their doorstep, lighting their acre of garden, containing a multitude of plants I can only dream about, like rhododendrons the size of a garage. Their garden contains a charming guest cottage, where one is likely to find a chocolate on the pillow, though there has been some controversy about the fact that the guest bed is not positioned perfectly, so that one can gaze through the skylight on awakening.
// posted by IBOY @ 1:20 PM 
