What Do You Mean, Father’s Day is Not for Me?

Well, it’s Father’s Day weekend and Ben has five baseball games, so what better time to go off and enjoy a little “Me” time? It may seem strange (okay, I’ll say it, self-absorbed) for me to indulge in some alone time, but there was a garden tour open house in town this weekend, and when you see the pictures, you’ll understand why I had to do it.

Gargoyles! I want them.

Look, it’s gargoyles! Who would miss a chance to tour someone’s adorably landscaped property where there are actual gargoyles? Get real. No one would. Certainly not me.

BLOG GT fairy house I want it

And there were fairy houses. Fairy houses! As if I could sit still watching 45 innings of baseball knowing that there were fairy houses (fairy houses!) just waiting for me to visit.

Oh, but wait there’s more! There were vignettes. Darling, little, al fresco vignettes, I tell you! Look at them. Aren’t they too much?

BLOG GT blue vignette I want itBLOG GT red chairs in pretty light

And more vignettes, with out(door) charm. (Did you see what I did there?)

BLOG GT out(door) at Alyce Pedder'sBLOG GT out(door) vignette I have to have it

And there were Japanese maples . . .

BLOG GT Japanese maple at Alyce Pedder's

BLOG GT 100 year old rhubarb plant

and 100-year-old rhubarb plants.

Not to mention flowers. There were roses and some other flowers. (I’m new at this, so I don’t know all the plants by their names. Actually, even when I’ve been doing this for a while, I’m pretty sure I still won’t know their names.) And the flowers were arranged in my favorite color combination: yellow and purple, for flowers that is, not for fashion. You should never wear yellow and purple out in public. That won’t look nice. But for some reason, it looks pretty in a garden, wouldn’t you say?

BLOG GT roses at Jackie Marro's I want themBLOG GT purple and yellow is too pretty

BLOG GT wild strawberriesAnd there were were walking trails and vegetable gardens and grape arbors and cute garden gnomes and miles and miles (okay, yards and yards) of wild strawberries.

BLOG GT hospitalityAnd visitors were offered  iced tea with honey (from the bee hives right on the property) and cookies. Delicious hospitality. So, I am terribly sorry (notsorry) that I took a little “Me” time (okay, a lot) when I should have been mothering the kids so Joe could enjoy some Father’s Day free time.  But he got to come with me to one of the properties.

Doesn’t he look like he’s having fun? BLOG GT Joe hanging out with me

And if you’re still not convinced that I did the right thing taking by taking the time to enjoy the garden tour, I leave you with these last two pictures to persuade you. I believe they need no explanation:

Yes, this is Alice in Wonderland in the garden. I just can't even.
Yes, this is Alice in Wonderland in the garden. I just can’t even.
No, you're not imagining things. That is Humpty Dumpty on that wall. Isn't he fantastic?
No, you’re not imagining things. That is Humpty Dumpty on that wall. Isn’t he fantastic?

So, go ahead and judge me, but you know you can’t blame me. A girl has to do what a girl has to do.


Author: kristinrusso

Writer, teacher, insatiable reader

7 thoughts on “What Do You Mean, Father’s Day is Not for Me?”

  1. Wait. The mothers are supposed to get up early and make breakfast for the hubby on Father’s Day? How can I be expected to do that when my husband regularly gets up before 7:00 on the weekends and I wake up . . . well, later?

    Where was this place with the gargoyles and fairy houses and tea party scenes? And where the heck did you find sunshine like that? It rained down here most of the day.

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    1. It was at a private home in Scituate, Mary, and I went on sunny Saturday. There were a few homes that opened up for the weekend for the URI Master Gardeners’ tour. The Humpty Dumpty one was so much fun. I’m glad to see so many moms know how to celebrate Father’s Day as it should be celebrated, by sleeping late and relaxing. 🙂

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