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Open Garden May 2012


Each spring I say to myself, next year I'll have an Open Garden. I've been saying that since the last one, six years ago!



The garden has been looking so good, it seemed a shame to put Open Garden off for another year. No, things aren't perfect and there are new and unfinished areas that will need a blind eye, but yes, please come to my Open Garden.


Saturday, May 5

8 a.m. to 12 noon


My time is limited and the garden is really best in the morning– so you'll have to bear with odd hours.



We are making scones for you and there will be coffee and tea. Maybe we'll even make rose spritzers from the syrup Joanie brought the last time she was here.


40 Meek Place, Lafayette, CA  


Email me if you have a question.

Cherry Blossoms Forever


Friend Mary and I were tooling down Ashby on the way to some forgotten, at the moment, garden adventure. I yelled, "Stop! I've got to get those cherry blossoms."



 A little lens flare sneaked in here.



Then the sun hid behind a cloud.



Hello again Mr. Sun, and old house who has seen how many blossoming springs?


There is no stranger under the cherry tree.



Thank you Mary for your willingness to stop the car on a friend's whim.


Maman Cochet and Friends


Maman Cochet- you are about as close to perfection as this rose lover can imagine.



And on a perfect, a-little-bit-dark, early spring, overcast morning- what can a photographer do?




Since there are few roses in bloom, photo choices are easy. The first bloom of Poulsen's Pearl was only two feet away from Maman-- the same color but oh how different.


Pink easily whispered.  " t h e m e."



Daughter Anna says the plants are like divas, "I'm ready for my close-up!"




Teas bloom early here, and G. Nabonnand left me breathless on several occasions-- how lucky to finally catch blooms in luscious light.


Now for a restful  g r e e n.



Rose de Rescht-- there are no more words.




Belle Poitvine








Roseraie de l'Hay


I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again, when alone and out in nature. On such occasions, time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.

Thor Hyerdahl