There are many rare finds in Pat’s garden. A collection of antique garden tools, a windmill, vintage gas pump, and rusty relics from the yards of her friends who lost their homes in the Tubbs fire. And then of course the flowers so bold and outsized that you feel like Alice when she took the “eat me!” pill and shrank down. But the stone gargoyles were too wonderful not to sketch. Mine copped an attitude which I had not intended. Supercilious? 
And the rudbeckia, in another garden where I found a few inches of shade to sit. . .Giant!
The following week I got wooed by the wisteria, no longer in bloom of course, but providing lovely shade. I totally lost myself for a while in the winds and twists and when I woke up, I added the ladies to bring me out of my reverie.
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….absolutely delightful
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Susan, I remember Pat’s beautiful garden when I was part of the Muse group…. I miss all of you…georganne
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Hey Georganne, and I miss you! Wish you could drop in again when you’re in town.
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