Yesterday Auntie Nettie got a chance to have a day in the "country," visiting her old haunt, seeing dear friends, having the "usual" (yummy grilled cheese) at the diner, and a chance to wander around Katonah. After a very long week in the concrete jungle of Manhattan, having gala and other special events, or being locked at the desk, staring at the computer (though, obviously NOT on the e-mail or blog), it was nice to get away and see nature, be in the great outdoors, visit a plant sale at the Mediterranean estate of Caramoor, and literally wander around the dewy grass in my bare feet. It was heavenly. Go visit Caramoor yourself. It's a lovely place!
Cliff with an inquisitive plant buyer (aka Christine B.)
Cliff, the horticulturalist, is a good guy. He will not mock you (too much) for feeding your plants leftover soup and Diet Coke. Thanks for taking care of Spike*, Cliff.
Oh Geraniums and Petunias!
Darn it, I can't take the whole wagon load home!
Whatever these are, they are cool.
It's time to run barefoot through the grass!
I don't want to leave either, Mr. Gargoyle, but there's no need to be grumpy about it.
*Spike is an aloe plant and was the longest relationship I ever had with a non-human. I rescued him from a college roommate (Tatiana -- WHERE ARE YOU?) my senior year (ahem 199*) and had him with me at Caramoor for years and years and years. He was replanted so many times, spouted offspring, and grew to such heights and widths, that I had to leave him behind when I left Caramoor. It was very sad. I missed Spike. The plants I bought and then brought to the Big J just don't have his personality. Cliff gave me Spike Jr., (though it's probably Spike IV), and I hauled his heavy self home on the train. Happy reunion. Happy days. Can't wait to introduce him to the menagerie at the Big J.
I don't want to leave either, Mr. Gargoyle, but there's no need to be grumpy about it.
