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