my garden is most colorful when it’s filled with my friends and family. i’m happiest when elena and i are sitting in the circle of adirondak chairs plotting and planning our millionth gardening scheme with our dear friend, christian (the ever-so-talented-renaissance-man-but really-more-like-my-adopted-3rd-son-home-from-college). I’m in seventh heaven when i see my sweet hubby amble down to join us with his bright red cup of coffee…and my neighbor, claire, calls over the fence to see if she can bring her lab pup over to play with my lab, clara…and ms. mickelthwaite stops by to bring me some parsley oil she made from the bouquet she took home last week. when i’m in my loverly garden with these folks laughing and talking and cringing at the life-risking stunts my sons reed and preston perform as they swing madly beneath the branches of our live oak, well then…i’m one peaceful chick.
my friend christian (who is sporting a lovely kale chapeau) and the dear elena