I had invited Abe to join me last Sunday to see the newly-blooming garden. We had a great time, and I even got to watch two glass artists at work in the studio of the art center. Today my guest was less interested in the art and more in tune with nature.
This is the bench by the river where I sit and read on Sunday afternoons when it's warm out.
Remember Twisted House?
The grounds are just starting to take shape. I spoke briefly with the gardener and thanked him for providing such a peaceful place of respite for me.
On the back door of one of the studios is this great sign.
This flower bed changes colors every month or so.
The ornamental grasses have been cut way back to reveal the statuary.
Remember the pergola? Imbedded in the garden are green speakers that emit sounds when a passerby triggers the sensor. Sophie was briefly intrigued by the rushing water, but then she ignored subsequent crickets, gongs and wind.
We had a great time. Can you tell?
