spirit of survival half recap, handsome wants to run, and let’s be positive ok?

Hey friends! Happy Monday Tuesday to you! Sorry, I am a whole day late with this. For a little motivation this week, I just want to share a cool experience I had this past weekend. It provided me tons of inspiration, and I hope it does you too.

Over the weekend Handsome and I spent about 15 hours in Lawton, Oklahoma, mostly so I could run the Spirit of Survival half marathon. It was such fun! Just as a running event, it was wonderful. Incredible scenery and perfect weather, a decent workout, felt happy about my overall performance, and came home healthy and injury-free. All great stuff. But much more importantly I was, once again, deeply inspired by other people. That’s what I want to share with you.

I love it when this happens, especially when I am a little unprepared for the spiritual jackpot. When life gives me the chance to meet either strangers, average but amazing citizens, or people I have been watching from a distance and then they blow me away with their generosity of spirit and genuine niceness. This happens pretty frequently. I’m very lucky.

This time the headline connection was with Bart Yasso, world renowned runner and coach, actually dubbed the “World Mayor of Running” and also the “Chief Running Officer” for Runners World magazine. My first exposure to his writings was months ago when I started researching how to gain speed. He has developed a method of interval training called Yasso 800s that is supposed to almost guarantee you a certain marathon time. Exciting!

Okay. I met Bart (Mr. Yassow?) briefly Saturday night, just before his hilarious and deeply moving presentation, and he autographed his book for me. “Marie- Never limit where running can take you. ~Bart” Very cool. Then the presentation was a solid hour of belly laughter and teary eyed listening to the most incredible stories from his life and running career. My biggest takeaways: NO SELF PITY. And, You don’t know when you will be crossing your last finish line, so always be grateful and happy.

SOS book

That alone would have been enough to inspire me. Then early Sunday morning, totally by fluke, Handsome and I were walking in the dark down the sidewalk, making our way to the start line about half a mile from the hotel, and Bart walked right up to us! Good morning and all that, so friendly. We all three walked the entire way together, just chatting, and I tried hard not to skip and do cartwheels because I had gobs of extra energy. Bart shared even more encouragement, lots more positive vibes, and agreed that here in Oklahoma we have some of the loveliest sunrises and sunsets as anywhere in the world. He resides in Pennsylvania but has travelled the globe for running events. This compliment to my home state made my heart swell. As we walked and chatted, the purple sky to our right was just beginning to crack open, all pink and glowy as it so often does.

SOS w bart yasso

So, certainly, meeting this gentleman and gleaning a personal slice of his wisdom made the weekend extra special. I cannot wait to finish reading his book and share more with you guys.


Handsome and I arrived at the starting corral early and enjoyed the view of the American flag, the happy people everywhere, just all the love that was there. Really, truly a lot of love. Why am I always surprised when a running event is about more than just running? We said goodbye to each other and kissed, and soon everyone sang the anthem along with Miss America 2009. Somewhere in the half marathoners’ corral, my new friend Corey found me and we had fun giggling and scoping everyone’s shoes, because we share a love for Brooks.

SOS start line w flag

I never know what to do with my hands. Or legs. Or face. But dang my shoes are awesome! And I like that buffalo on my shirt.

I forgot to tell you about Corey!

Much earlier Sunday morning, about two hours before start time, Handsome and I were eating a delicious breakfast in the hotel lobby when I saw a girl I wanted to meet. She was dressed in sweats and eating a bagel and banana like me, so… I sort of blurted out a weird greeting in her general direction, no matter that she was four tables away. The subtext was, “Hi! You’re a runner, I’m a runner, obviously we are gonna be friends, right?” It started like that, basically. Then she mentioned she’s from Austin, Texas, and I was like, “Oh my gosh we have friends who live there, do you know Jon and Margi?” That is why I shouldn’t eat breakfast in public. I could literally hear Handsome’s eyes rolling.

Fortunately this running girl from Austin was endlessly friendly and also seemed chill for some early morning random conversation with strangers, so we spent about half an hour getting acquainted while downing last minute carbs for the run. Now? It’s possible we really are going to be friends. She is both a Half Fanatic and a Marathon Maniac. If you think those are arbitrary, purely descriptive phrases for people who just really like to run, let me assure you that it actually means you have to do a lot of work and run some seriously challenging consecutive races to qualify for membership in either of these very real clubs. Corey has earned both stripes. AND she is a brain cancer survivor. AND she and her husband are thinking of starting a family soon. I mean, you guys, she is the real deal; but somehow she put me at ease instead of making me feel like an imposter runner all over again. She was so nice. We saw each other later that morning at a turn-around near mile 8, and I almost hugged her but was tangled up in earbud cords.

The weekend was full of different people, each offering a unique dose of inspiration.

There was the lady who sling-shotted ahead of me then fell behind then sling-shotted, again and again throughout the race. She was running alone and dressed from head to toe in survivor decorations and affirming words. Toward the end of the race, maybe mile 12, I heard her cheering to the open air. “You can do it! You got this! Keep going!” She was aiming the wonderful messages at any and all passersby, but also I think at herself, and it was the sweetest thing. Her singular energy drummed up spontaneous applause and cheering from everyone.

Local running celeb and world record keeper Camille Herron was there. Wow. Just a class act in every way. After breezing past the crowd and winning the women’s half, she returned back down the course to encourage runners. With zeal! I though I had extra energy. This lady blew my mind. I couldn’t stop giggling with happiness, and I cried a tiny bit when I saw her running and clapping low and strong for people. I might have introduced myself and begged for a photo but literally could never catch up to her. “Speedy” does not cover it.

And there was the married couple from Saturday night who welcomed me to sit at their dinner table during Bart Yassow’s amazing presentation. Their names were Robert and Laura. They were completely forthcoming with their own running and life stories, and they even posed with Tiny T for me like it was no biggie. Didn’t even flinch. On Sunday, Laura found me on the course once and we cheered for each other, then I found her at the finish line, all smiles! We hope to see each other at the OKC Memorial next April.

SOS robert laura T



This event is all about breast cancer awareness and survival, and the proceeds fun local efforts. How cool, then, that the first leg of the race was toward one of our classic pink Oklahoma sunrises!

This event is all about breast cancer awareness and survival, and the proceeds fund local early detection efforts. How cool, then, that the first leg of the race was toward one of our classic pink Oklahoma sunrises! Just beautiful.

One more big, juicy, heartfelt thank you to husband, also basically my running sponsor, haha! He is the one who texted me that day early this summer, “Check your email woman.” And in my inbox sat registration confirmation to this race. Then he insisted I get new shoes. Then he downloaded all this amazing music, per my request. Then he drove me to an event in which he personally would have had zero interest without mine. He endured not-homemade Italian food so I could be fueled up. He did everything, even took pictures and tried hard to pay attention when I relayed my excitement and did a poor job repeating other people’s stories. He is a truly wonderful spectator-spouse. But you know what’s even better?

The best thing my husband has done is to say that I inspired him to run!! This is huge. He actually ordered a pair of running shoes and intendeds to try the treadmill. Bam. Tiny T and I think things are just now getting good.

SOS t shoudler

Once again… Surround yourself with positive people, okay? Simmer in passion of all kinds. It matters. Whatever you’re doing, whatever you’re pursuing, seek out the leaders and trail blazers in that field and learn from them. Dive in. Try stuff. Try harder, do better, stop worrying about being embarrassed or looking fluffy in yoga pants. Just smile at the thought and get started.

Positive vibes are powerful. Accept them, internalize them, emit them.

Over and out.

“Never limit where running can take you.”
~Bart Yassow



lovelier than perfection

To me, this is maybe the only time a morning glory vine looks prettier than in early summer.

old vines

Remember June? When these leaves were perfectly shaped, deep green, and smooth? Velvety in their youth? Remember when the blooms were fresh and jewel toned, so vibrant they shimmered? Those were the exiting first days of summer. The first weeks of heat and freedom, sex and new life in the garden.

But these days, the beginning of our calm descent into autumn, they bear a different kind of beauty. I love how these same vines are washed out now, tattered by the wind but still smiling at every sunrise. Theses blooms are fading now and soft like very old, very comforting cotton bed sheets.

It’s a quieter loveliness. Something more confident than the brazenness of early June. And speaking of sex in the garden, just look at all those seed pods nodding demurely at the ground. Next summer’s arena.

“He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere.
He is an aesthetic solitary.
His beautiful, light imagination is the wing
that on the autumn evening
just brushes the dusky window.”
-Henry James  

easy egg foo young using leftovers

Do you love American-Chinese food? We do. Especially when we are bone-dead tired and hangry. We sometimes stop at this tiny little dimly lit restaurant in Del City with a low moon door and red and gold ceiling lanterns, but only rarely and usually when we are already out running errands. When this food craving hits us at home, we tend to stay home and eat Lazy W Egg Foo Young, also known as Bean Sprout Omelets. So good.

I first made egg foo young after an internet search that landed me at this site. We liked it! We didn’t love it, but we liked it enough to have it again pretty soon after. The classic brown sauce was not our speed, but the meal itself was tasty and very filling, especially with a side of rice, heavy on the soy sauce. Since that first attempt, we have been slowly making this our own and actually simplifying the recipe. It now appears on the Lazy W dinner menu two or three times per month, and (see above) especially when we are bone-dead tired. It’s a wonderful comfort food, highly versatile for each family member, and fairly healthy.

Something else I like about our version of egg foo young is that it is a natural canvas for leftovers. One of the only ways Handsome will tolerate leftovers, as a matter of fact. Do you have some extra chicken breast in the fridge? Dice it, wok it around a little with fresh seasonings, and add it to your mix. Extra pork chop? Even better. I have enjoyed it with roasted broccoli, shredded zuchinni, carrots, and more. Mushrooms. Always mushrooms. Watermelon!! Well, maybe not watermelon. Save the watermelon for dessert.

egg foo young board with label

This is one of those recipes that may seem mysterious at the restaurant, until you make it once at home. Then suddenly it’s a menu mainstay you could crank out in your sleep. Here we go.

Basic Ingredients, makes one large serving:

  • 2-3 large eggs
  • bean sprouts (maybe 1/2 cup per person, either fresh or canned)
  • Asian seasoning mix (or just some garlic powder, ground ginger, pepper, and soy sauce)
  • Cooking oil

Optional add-ins, totally customizable:

  • Diced cooked meats (pork & chicken seem to work best, also try shrimp!) You need only a very small amount, maybe half a cup per serving.
  • Shredded vegetables, also in small amounts (My favorite is mushrooms. Almost anything works.)
  • Water chestnuts (I suggest dicing these before adding to wet mix.)


  • Preheat a wok or large non-stick skillet and add some cooking oil, letting it get to a shimmering heat. You will need enough oil to coat the pan and hold the egg mixture, not enough to cover it all. The heat for this dish should be hotter than for scrambled eggs. You’re frying it, not cooking it gently.
  • For each person’s serving, crack the eggs into a medium mixing bowl. Add the bean sprouts, chopped cooked meats, Asian seasonings, and optional stuff like veggies. Whisk it all together like you’re about to make an omelet or frittata.
  • Pour the egg mixture into the hot, oily wok or pan and let it cook until the edges curl in a little bit. Use a wide, thin spatula to loosen the edges if you need to, and kinda wiggle it around gently. By the time you flip the whole thing over to cook on the backside, that first cooked side should be golden brown and have some familiar omelet or frittata markings.
  • Worth noting: The more veggies you add in, the trickier it will be to flip, just FYI. I always add so much to mine that I have come to accept my personal Egg Foo Young will never be pretty to look at, like Handsome’ simpler fare. Mine is more of a Soy Sauce Scramble. Or a Chinese Food Chop Up. A Leftovers Labyrinth… Whatevv.

    And it tastes even better if you eat it with real chopsticks.

    And it tastes even better if you eat it with real chopsticks.

  • Serve with rice!

Rice Side Dish Idea:

To really drive home the easy factor on those bone-dead-tired, borderline hangry nights, I serve this with instant brown rice. This tastes even better if you stir in a few glugs of soy sauce with the water or broth before cooking it. Also, if your family likes vegetables more than my husband does, stir in some peas or carrots or whatever you like. Regarding the healthiness of this dish, I only indulge in little of the salty rice if I have a long run planned the next day. Otherwise, the eggs, meats, and veggies are plenty filling. Promise.

Okay, thanks for reading! Do you have a Chinese food trick up your sleeve you’re willing to share? What are you favorite uses for leftovers? Do you like the television show Fresh Off the Boat? We totally do.

Waste Not Want Not






motivation monday: taper week & putting boundaries on hard times

Hey friends, and a very happy Monday to you! I started early this morning writing about the Super Blood Harvest Moon and its myriad effects on me this cycle, and I will finish that soon. I think you’ll find it interesting and maybe helpful, especially the women among us. But just real quick tonight… A little motivation. It is Monday, after all. Monday of Taper Week, in fact. And actually, part of what I discovered about this moon cycle and what I wanted to share with you is how powerfully energized I feel now that the moon has reached its fullest phase. How relieved and relaxed I feel too, which is a lovely contradiction.

Taper Week. Next Sunday morning I’ll be in Lawton, Oklahoma, lacing up for the Spirit of Survival half marathon. I am very very very very very excited to run the mountain roads, see the bison herds hopefully, soak up the panoramic views, and meet new running friends, particularly some ladies from the Runhers OKC group. Signs are not pointing to a lightning quick race for me, as I’d once declared, but that’s totally okay. I am still very-times-5 excited for the event. Rumor has it that Bart Yasso will be a guest speaker the night before while we carb up on pasta, so I’m looking forward to that. Plus this is the tenth annual event for this organization, and the runner gifts look so great. I am in love with the logo, obviously. And check out how nice the weather forecast looks:

weather SOS race

Related news: This afternoon a very good looking guy I know escaped his office early and insisted on taking me shopping for new running shoes. He really had to twist my arm, I am telling you right now. We visited three stores and I tried on about a dozen different shoes from at least five different brands, just making sure there wasn’t something more perfect out there than my beloved Brooks.

Let's all incorporate yoga poses into shoe shopping. Concentrate, ladies!

Let’s all incorporate yoga poses into shoe shopping. Concentrate, ladies!

Final store. Deciding between Launch 2 and Ravenna.

Final store. Deciding between Launch 2 and Ravenna. Clearly not worrying much about the loss of my summer tan.

Well, I settled on Brooks again, not Nike or Saucony, not Asics, none of those. Brooks is for me, though this time I brought home Ravenna 6, not Pure Flow 3. Yay!! So excited. They are not only beautiful to behold; they are magical. I took them for a three mile spin before dinner and felt like I was flying. Rainbows literally flew out behind the treadmill like a jet ski rooster tail. Maybe I’ll meet that speed goal after all. haha

BROOKS ravenna

Aren’t they gorgeous?? Perhaps now I should buy a black light?

Okay. This is what I really want to say to you in case you’re needing some motivation tonight: Difficult times are temporary. They do not last forever, and you can do lots to minimize the torture. When you realize you’re in the middle of a difficult time, take action. Meet your own needs, intelligently. Rest a bit and don’t make it all worse on yourself by magnifying your troubles with a downward spiral imagination. Put some boundaries on it, you know? Draw a box around the whole thing (whatever is bothering you) and remind yourself that This too shall pass. Then smile. Smile about it from deep down inside your belly, and let it spread all throughout your system: Your physical self, your mind, your emotions, your spirit. Let a sense of optimism settle in and crowd out your problem.

It will work. This past week was so rough for me, in lots of ways I will explore later. But it ended up affecting my running, which further affected my mood, etc, you know that drill. I scraped together the miles I needed last week then spent most of this past weekend on the couch or in a lawn chair. When Monday of Taper Week rolled around I felt slightly panicked; but having drawn that imaginary box around the black cloud, I was able to pick up my energy and take control of my time again. I am ending this first day of the new week feeling really happy and truly optimistic about everything that’s been worrying me. Including this upcoming race.

Okay, new shoes don’t hurt. I might be unnaturally happy about my new Ravenna 6’s. But who’s to say that it wasn’t the positive vibe turn around that got us to the show store? Not me. I won’t say that’s impossible.

Be happy, friends. We are all facing big problems and serious heartache. I sure don’t mean to downplay harsh realities. But time waits for no man, and happiness is well within our grasp, even when life is imperfect. It’s okay to reach for it.

Thank you so much for stopping here!

Smile at the thought.




please don’t read this

Thursday night I was strolling with Handsome through our local Wally-marks in search of a very specific action figure toy to replace one Klaus had just destroyed. We were also in search of hot glue sticks to aid a possible repair job for said toy, a new, more appropriate chew toy for Klaus, and ice cream. Because apparently yesterday was both National Daughters’ Day and National Ice Cream Cone Day. Not that we need an excuse to celebrate our girls or buy ice cream. And not that we only ate only one cone.

A man passed me down the center aisle who was the spitting image of Brittany’s husband, so alike in features and expression (as far as I know him from her blog) that I could not resist trying to meet him. I said his name to see if he’d respond, “Noah!” Nothing. He walked past. I turned around and said it again, sort of toward his back.

NOAH. Noah. Noah… (n-o-a-h...)” Again, nothing except a confused glance over his shoulder before he changed his retail trajectory with some stiff-backed abruptness. Apparently even grown men can feel creeped out.

To clarify, my second attempt to get his attention was less friendly and more hushed, like a descending, vibrating whisper, Friday-the-Thirteenth-soundtrack style. If that man was Noah, Mr. Vesuvius at Home, he clearly wanted nothing to do with being recognized by the crazy blonde wandering the toy department looking like she could really use some refined carbs at that moment.

Okay. That’s the end of that story.


Have you ever noticed that the fastest way to sand off some jagged edges from your heart is to bring them to light and invite the Universe to connect them with someone you love? If you want to have your ugliest opinions challenged, declare them staunchly. Use harsh, hurtful language, say something judgmental and condescending about another human being, and wait to see how long before you realize someone you love dearly and unconditionally falls into the category you have just slammed. It’s like counting seconds between lightning and thunder: how close is the storm? And then, can you weather it?

Okay, next:

When gardening, would you rather start with a smooth, uncultivated piece of earth, design your own garden from the ground up, having started fresh? Or would you rather dive into a wild, neglected space, re-imagining and reconstructing, nourishing what is diseased or forgotten, and breathe new life into it? Don’t make me choose. But if you make me choose, I will always go with the second option. Always.

Last thing. Have you tried this method of roasting chicken? I saw it recently on bon appetit and had to try. You brine some bone-in chicken pieces (yum) and cook them directly on the oven rack, no pan, allowing the juices to fall below to a tray of vegetables. The chicken turns out extra crispy and much less fatty. Gloriously golden and flavorful. The vegetables, on the other hand, are flavorful but turn out kinda mushy. I just don’t know. The Lazy W verdict is to continue with this chicken roasting method but leave an empty pan below, then just recycle that broth later. Let’s have stout, crispy veggies, ok?


Okay, cool.

What are your fun plans for this gorgeous weekend? Handsome and I are looking forward to some local art and street food, specifically the Ten Percent Celebration for Every Point on the Map, maybe family time and an outdoor movie at the farm, possibly an easy little car show. Should be a full, relaxing weekend with mild weather. I’m already happily exhausted.

Ok friends, go carpe some diems! Be nice to strangers. Be careful with your words. Choose your storms carefully whenever possible. And roast your chickens openly, no shame, no secrets. Thanks time a million for visiting.

ksh ksh ksh ksh ksh ksh ksh ksh
no no no no no no no no





love the life you live

From the black, diamond-studded pre-dawn sky that ushers us to our morning hot tub ritual and first cups of coffee,

to the lava-colored, unbelievable sunsets, and all the chaos and calm we navigate between, this life suits me.

Our fun and failures, tears and laughter, hours of grief and months of bliss. All of it is so good with you.

live the life you love

For all our routines, it seems that no two weeks are alike. Life is moving ever onward, faster and faster sometimes.

I so often feel lost in work and happy exploration, then suddenly panicked for more time, like the park is about to close or the spell about to break. I hate for people to leave a good party.

Then some oak leaves twirl slowly down or I notice a zinnia fading gently, no rush at all, and the buffalo chews his cud. I remember to breathe more deeply, this time choosing to taste the air, sweet and blue, warm and good.

Soaking up the details only returns me to my most natural pace, sun to sun, season to season, just the way it’s supposed to.

I love living this life with you, and I love you.

BW xoxo



okc will rogers park gardens

Welcome to the third installment of the Oklahoma County Master Gardeners’ 2015 Members’ Tour!
If you are just joining the eye candy parade, please feel free to explore stop #1 here and stop #2 here.
Our tour bus’ third stop that fine late summer day was at a local public landmark, Will Rogers Park.
Hope you enjoy!

The gardens at Will Rogers Park have for many decades been popular for weddings, social gatherings, civic receptions, and all sorts of special photography sessions. I think most locals have good childhood memories wrapped up in these 116 acres. The grounds have recently undergone a perfectly stunning transformation, and exploring in early September was the perfect way to take it all in. I am so glad this place was included in the Members’ Tour. My photos, as usual, will not do any of it justice, so I hope my Oklahoma friends will find time to venture to N.W. 36th & Hefner Parkway and feast your own eyes. We all know that the gorgeous Myriad gardens in downtown OKC get lots of fanfare and tourist attention, but this mainstay is enjoying a new season of youth and beauty. Totally worth the drive.

WR label


First, some interesting history, courtesy of our tour guide John, a 28-year veteran horticulturist for the park:

  • WRP was founded in 1912, one of four parks around the city, all connected at that time by the OKC speedway known as “Grand Boulevard.”
  • The 116 acres started as a dairy farm, and the original farm house stands on the property to this day.
  • The WPA and the CCC did the construction work and hardscaping early on, though every decade since has brought new redesign and updates. Truly a fun work in progress.
  • The public gardens finally opened in 1936.
  • The existing Conservatory was once our State Fair Grounds.
  • The Conservatory has been remodeled at least twice; once in 1970 by Ed Lychon and again in recent years, to the tune of about $2 million. Today the gorgeous, modern, light filled building is used as a special event center.
  • Another fairly new expansion at WRP is the one-mile walking trail, which is used daily by all sorts of happy gartden guests.
  • Over the years, WRP has been maintained mostly by volunteers from both the Master Gardener group and the Oklahoma Horticulture Society, also sometimes a women’s recovery group. The park has a limited budget and only three full time employees. Even so, virtually all of their plant material is propagated on grounds. All the color and texture you see here is grown from seed, and they focus on plants that the average homeowner could obtain locally. Kind of amazing.

Now, a glimpse of the grounds. We visited mid-morning on an early September day. The sky was nearly cloudless, and the air was already hot and humid. Thick, like always. Oklahoma had just enjoyed a nice, wet summer, so anything that could bloom was really putting on a show; and anything that had something to offer the pollinators, well, they drew a fluttering, buzzing crowd for us to walk through. It was really magical. Our group did seek the cool of shady corners now and then, but the gleaming beauty of each new area was just so thrilling. So bursting with life, like maybe we were in Oz.


Every vista here offers a new reason to gasp.

Every vista here offers a new reason to gasp.

These gardens prove that Oklahoma offers a fantastic show of color in early September.

These gardens prove that Oklahoma offers a fantastic show of color in early September.

En Masse...xoxo

En Masse…xoxo

Purple and red together. Again, en masse. The gardeners at Will Rogers simply do not operate in small quantities. haha

Purple and red together. Again, en masse. The gardeners at Will Rogers simply do not operate in small quantities. haha

This simple expression of strong growers speaks straightto my own heart. Big, fluffy irnamental grass in a sea of black sweet poato vine. My gohs!! And frineds, this photo shows just a fraction of the long, long, long bed filled with this plant combo. Stunning!

This simple expression of strong Oklahoma growers speaks straight to my own heart. Big, fluffy ornamental grass in a sea of black sweet potato vine. My gosh!! And friends, this photo shows just a fraction of the long, long, long, wide bed filled with this plant combo. Stunning!

Speaking of bold statements using reliable growers, what do you think of this white vitex growing against he tropical backdrop of a non-hardy banana tree?

Speaking of bold statements using reliable growers, what do you think of this white vitex growing against the tropical backdrop of a non-hardy banana tree? I vote yes.

The ancient roses may be gone, but this landmark fountain and round concrete pool are still here, almost in the center of the acreage.

The ancient roses may be gone, but this landmark fountain and round concrete pool are still here, almost in the center of the acreage. Talk about childhood memories!

Not far from the fountain you can explore the herb garden, divided into tidy sections by a smooth sidewalk. Our tour guide described some experiments they are trying here (no more Swiss chard, he said)  and showed where the stout Oklahoma winds have done some damage to taller plants. Nevertheless this area is gorgeous. Well kept, thriving, interesting. Just like the rest of the place. And friends, my herb garden at the farm looks EXACTLY this perfect. (not) : )

Not far from the fountain you can explore the herb garden, divided into tidy sections by a smooth sidewalk. Our tour guide described some experiments they are trying here (no more Swiss chard, he said) and showed where the stout Oklahoma winds have done some damage to taller plants. Nevertheless this area is gorgeous. Well kept, thriving, interesting. Just like the rest of the place. And friends, my herb garden at the farm looks EXACTLY this perfect. (not) haha

So peaceful. In addition to zen-seeking people, this pond attracts lots of birds and wildlife.

So peaceful. In addition to zen-seeking people, this pond attracts lots of birds and wildlife. Evidently the Canadian geese eat everything except yellow tulips.

Loofah! Seems like everyone is growing loofah these days except me. True to form, though, Will Rogers gardens is boasting a long, deep row of loofah, like so many green-draped sentinels.

Loofah! Seems like everyone is growing loofah these days except me. True to form, though, Will Rogers gardens is boasting not one but many loofah vines, a long, deep row of these beauties, like so many green-draped sentinels.


WR pollinator kit

Believe it or not, this plush, full-sun garden was grown from seed using a mail order pollinator kit. Color me tempted!

WR kit closeup

This photo is a little blurry, but I couldn’t resist a closeup of some of the flowers in that pollinator garden.

WR yellow near conservatory

I remember visiting Will Rogers gardens as a little girl, all of us girls wearing our long cotton pastel Easter dresses, bangs twisted back in barrettes, having our photos taken in the sun, near the pond. We ran up and around the sidewalks, falling in love with the shady concrete paths and running across the green lawns. I remember thinking even then how dangerous and delicate rose bushes were. How temporary and unfeeling they seemed. I threw lots of coins in the fountain pool and conducted my fair share of make believe stories in the cobblestone shelters. Wonderful memories that were probably very formative for me.

You know what, let’s double back to those roses. Locals know and love this place for the dozens upon dozens of thriving rose bushes that once grew, making WRP home to the fourth largest rose garden in the world; but just like at almost every other property in the region the plants were stricken by Rose Rosette’s disease. The horticulturists here made the angsty decision to rip all of them out and start fresh with new garden designs. Brand new plant material, all propagated on site in the spacious, drool-worthy grow houses. In fact, Master Gardeners were some of the volunteers to install all of that glorious color you see above.

So, it’s too bad about the roses. For sure. But my gosh. How true to the Oklahoma spirit that they found a way to extract this kind of beauty from such a loss. It just makes me happy.

Here are some of my personal takeaways from the WRP tour, lessons I’d like to apply at the farm:

  • Make plant selections suitable for the vacancies you are filling. Consider light exposure, wind, trees, etc. Be experimental but also deliberate about it. (This seems more obvious than it is when I am traipsing through the nursery…)
  • Learn more about drought-tolerant plants and Oklahoma Proven.
  • Plant single flower types in extra large quantities. “En masse’ is super impactful! John said halfway ashamedly that they “kinda overdid it,” here and there, haha but I disagree. It is all so gorgeous!!
  • Spend some energy on repetition and exciting combinations of color and texture. More planning, less dice rolling.
  • Consider keeping replacement plants growing in a spare location, especially for those beauties done En Masse.
  • Plan to reevaluate the garden each fall, taking stock of what grew well, what struggled, what could be improved. Work on soils, clean things up, and spend the winter preparing for spring.

Something I appreciate about WRP is that, though they operate on such a large scale, they have found ways to overcome many of the same problems we face as homeowners and small scale gardeners. For example, they have a limited budget. They have little irrigation, relying almost entirely on rainfall. They strive to grow Oklahoma natives as well as plants that are either sourced locally or can be propagated on site. And they have lots of work to do with very little time to do it, haha! Sound familiar? They do not even own their own wood chipper! I mean, it is humbling in the sense that what they have accomplished here obliterates all my excuses. And it is inspiring for exactly that same reason.

My herb bed looks better than this now but also much crazier!

My herb bed looks better than this now but also much crazier! Nothing at all like the tidy sections at WRP. I had to clear my conscience.

Okay friends, thanks a million for stopping here again! I hope you enjoyed this slice of the Members’ Tour. We still have five more properties to explore, so stay tuned!

“The worst thing that happens to you
may be the best thing for you
if you don’t let it get the best of you.”
~Will Rogers


two books, a comparative dual review

This past week I have read two short books that are so similar to each other in theme, they might as well be promoted as a set. They come from different authors, though, and while one is a best selling memoir, the other is a best selling piece of fiction. Both deal with mortality, the meaning of life, and human wisdom gained at the very end. I read one while I was happy and one while I was decidedly not. No surprise, really, that I loved the former and nearly threw the latter across the room after I finished it.

Oh, the power of the reader’s filter.

Anyway, my intention was never to review them in tandem, but the more I think about it, the more I can’t resist. The similarities and differences are pretty interesting.

2 books

Let’s start with the book I read first.

On Friday night last, our wonderful little Oklahoma book club met for dinner and to discuss The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom. Everyone gave it glowing reviews; we explored most of the messages thoroughly and gleaned lots of worthwhile discussion fodder; and I walked away feeling deeply soothed and inspired, very much the intended outcome of this title selection, after so many grittier, war-torn, controversial books we’ve read together over the past year. Five People is a slim piece of fiction which tells the story of an old man’s death and his first days in Heaven, though the book addresses the timelessness of God, as though perhaps He subscribes to Al Gore’s fuzzy math. haha As the unusual storytelling progresses, we get meaningful glimpses into Eddie’s childhood, his adulthood, and every pivotal part of his life before he died. The book is divided into five parts, one for each of the people who help guide him through his first days in Heaven. Each person also has a lesson to teach him, a bit of explanation or understanding to offer him about his earthly life. Okay.

Friends, it is an absolutely wonderful little book. It’s short in volume and also written with short, concise sentences. The life lessons feel universal without being preachy or overly indulgent. The story itself, well, let’s just say I read about a third of it while eating lunch alone at Braum’s (FYI their apple-bacon-walnut-grilled chicken salad is amazing!), and I cried openly, unable to hold back tears. Maybe it was the salad talking, but this book is so good. Here are the five life lessons, paraphrased, so you get an idea of the emotional impact:

  1. All people are connected to each other; there are no accidents or stories unrelated to other stories. “No man is an island” kinda stuff.
  2. True personal sacrifice is a necessary part of life and should be embraced. The meaning and fruit of our sacrifices big and small should be celebrated, not bemoaned.
  3. Holding in anger is a poison.
  4. Love never ends, it only changes form and expression.
  5. Each of us has a purpose to serve, no matter how humble our life station seems to be.

I will take creative license here with my book review and add that the sixth and overarching lesson in Five People is that death is not the end. Not by a long shot. I don’t know your personal beliefs, and some would argue that a well loved piece of fiction is just more heaven mythology, but I either happen to believe or choose to believe that death is not the end. Okay. Thoughts on that?

Here is a line that spoke to me so strongly, though I relate it to my children:

Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around on a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

On to The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch. As mentioned above, I read this book while not in a great frame of mind. Surely that colored my opinion, and as much as I hate to criticize any book, I really hate to say anything ill of the deceased. (You probably know this book was authored by a terminally ill man who passed away not long after the book was published. It is based on an actual lecture he delivered several months earlier.) I will say with an attempt at the same sense of humor the author used, that Randy Pausch was known by people who loved him for his inflated ego, for his penchant for frustratingly unyielding scientific argument, and for being (his words) a “recovering jerk.” Let me say that this all definitely bleeds through to the page. And being to married to an otherwise wonderful man who happens to sometimes fit this exact description, and considering that I read this book while sleeping apart from him in the midst of one of the biggest fights of our marriage, well, it’s no surprise that I was annoyed at the author over and over again.

Still. He (Pausch) was brave and generous with his difficult and beautiful story and offered the reader a much longer list of life lessons to consider than did Five People. I won’t list them here because they are so numerous, but I encourage you to read the book for yourself. A highlight for me was around page 133:

I’ll take an earnest person over a hip person every time, because hip is short term. Earnest is long-term. Earnestness is highly underestimated. It comes from the core, while hip is trying to impress you with the surface.

Taking the same creative license as before, I will suggest here that Pausch’s story also teaches that death is not the end, though he tells it more from the standpoint of physical legacy than spiritual eternity. Thoughts on that, friends?

Okie doke. Let’s do some comparison thinking.


  • Both books are emotionally impactful and have spiritual themes, but neither is religious. This is all very nice, in my opinion. Nice nice nice.
  • Both books deal with human mortality and many of the attendant griefs, both for the dying and for the left behind.
  • Each of the dying men (one is fictional, remember) has a chance to distill his life into fairly compact bundles of wisdom. Stuff that most people can relate to.
  • Both men managed to find a “One True Love,” romantically. Each was married to a woman he considered to be the love of his life.
  • I didn’t notice this until just now, but the books are not only similar in size and shape; they are almost exactly the same in length. Five People is 196 pages and Lecture is 206. How about that. I am a fairly slow reader and was able to read each one in less than a day while still taking notes. These would both make excellent airplane or waiting room books, as small as they are to slip in your purse. Or man purse. Or backpack. Or under your big hat. Or in a turkey wrap. Or whatever.


  • The most obvious difference is that Five People is a work of fiction (though it was inspired by a real person) and Lecture is an actual memoir, or at least a memoir-ish retelling of a personal-story lecture.
  • One man (Eddie, Five People) dies very old, from a violent accident he never saw coming. The other man (Randy, Lecture) dies young after an extended terminal illness. So one man was gone suddenly with no goodbyes and the other man spent his last months doing little else besides preparing for goodbye.
  • While both were married, Eddie was a widower after several decades with his true love and they never had any children. Randy was only married eight years but had fathered three children.
  • Eddie was not formally educated, a self taught carnival mechanic by trade who felt stuck in the inertia provided by his neglectful father’s life and career. He was faithful to but wholly unfulfilled in his work. Randy, on the other hand, was a PhD, a widely accomplished and celebrated tech field professional and university professor who knew for years that his reach and impact were significant. In contrast to inertia, Randy’s parents were doting and encouraged him to blaze his own trail, and he did.
  • Speaking of that, Eddie didn’t even know what his personal dreams were and was heartbroken by this, while Randy not only knew what his personal dreams were; he made every one of them happen. Or at least he came pretty close.
  • One man (by now you can guess who) was humble to the point that he became bitter over it, crumpled in on himself both emotionally and physically. The other man was egocentric to the point that friends and colleagues had to remind him of humility sometimes. So did his Mom. And so did his wife. This second man was also in peak physical condition despite his grim prognosis, doing push ups on the lecture stage to demonstrate. Not crumpled in at all.

What do you think? Have you read either of these books? Do you agree with my reviews, or maybe take issue with something here? I am super curious what you think. What do you think of the uncanny balance between the two? I really did not see this book relationship coming. I flat out loved reading Five People. And as irritating as it was to read Lecture while angry at my own husband, I am glad the thin little book popped out to my eyes from the bookshelf that night. Pausch offered us lots of great food for thought, and it calmed me down, too. Both reads were wins for me.

Okay. Spill your literary guts. And thank you so much for checking in here, as always.

“Love, like rain, can nourish from above,
drenching couples with a soaking joy.

But sometimes, under the angry heat of life,
love dries on the surface

and must nourish from below,
tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.”

~Mitch Albom

p.s. Here is that delish salad from Braum’s. Go getcha’ one. : )

braums salad






elizabeth’s exquisite shady retreat in heritage hills

ELR front with sticker

Friends, before we embark on the second of eight garden tours, I need to explain an intense physical reaction I had to Elizabeth’s gorgeous (exquisite!) property. It happened to me in two parts: First, as the tour bus pulled into her Heritage Hills neighborhood, I immediately recognized the streets and front yards as the shady neighborhood toward the end of the marathon route, I am guessing around mile 24? It’s where I was really crying hard last April, all sad and hungry and pathetic. So I sat there on the tour bus, sort of paralyzed in my plush seat and nauseous for a moment. I had to actively remind myself that I was wearing a long dress and sandals and no one could make me run today, haha! The second part of all this was the overwhelming relief I felt as soon as said sandals hit the cool, sheltered sidewalk leading up to her house. Elizabeth and Pat were standing there to welcome us, too, so my heart was pretty much dissolving into happiness. Whew!

These lovely women!! Pat Chivers in the red tee shirt organized our tour, and you may remember she was my mentor last autumn at Master Gardener class! This is Elizabeth with her, welcoming the big group. I am so glad to know them both. xoxo

These lovely women!! Pat Chivers in the red tee organized our tour, and you may remember she was my mentor last autumn at Master Gardener class! This is Elizabeth with her, welcoming the big group. I am so glad to know them both. xoxo

The overall mood of Elizabeth’s garden was tranquil. Cooling. Soothing. Truly elegant and inviting, maybe even in the Be careful ma’am you might soon find a bunch of us having coffee on your back patio kinda of way. I mean, you walk up to her front steps, beneath this stunning blue spruce, then around the side of her home past a pergola dressed in ancient grape vines, and finally to the back, and feel like you have entered a true Southern estate touched by a bit of Japanese Zen.

So graceful and strong. Perfect.

So graceful and strong. Perfect.

Before we chat much more, here is the write up of Elizabeth’s garden provided on our tour sheet:

After three years in her Heritage Hills home, Elizabeth continues to benefit from an existing landscape design. She says her garden is definitely a work in progress. She likes to experiment with shade-loving perennials and enjoys dabbling with annuals for color and to benefit the butterflies. She likes to give different vines a try and has them in pots so she can move them to capture sun and shade. A lovely, old pergola supports a very old grapevine, and be sure to check out the mature sycamores and American Elm here. These trees have had a long life on this small property and provide much needed shade throughout the hot summer. This garden is eclectic and a work in progress which brings the gardener much joy and lots of shade. Spots of sun host pots of flowers and vines and maybe a small fountain in the future.

I love this description and have to repeat that all of it together, but maybe especially the big, old trees on a smallish lot give it the feel of the Deep South. Luxurious closeness and calm. Elizabeth has incorporated some pops of bright color here and there, mostly the cheerful pink of begonias, but the ruling color scheme is blue-green-grey and all things cool. Lots of white edges. I just loved it. This is something I have craved but not had had the nerve to attempt, and she did it. She did it very well. The design is sound, of course, but then there is all the scrupulous attention to detail, the impeccable grooming, the perfect borders and rinsed off surfaces.

Even with its cool color palette, Elizabeth's front porch offers such a warm welcome.

Even with its cool color palette, Elizabeth’s front porch offers such a warm welcome.

ELR blue green cool


ELR hostas


Is her clematis not downright bridal? I have big dreams for my little baby clematis, in case we ever host another wedding.  ; )

Isn’t her clematis not downright bridal? I have big dreams for my little baby clematis, in case we ever host another wedding. ; )

In addition to the deep, wonderful front porch, her home boasts an expansive concrete patio out back, raised almost to a second story level and plushly furnished for outdoor living and cooking. We also spotted several sweet little seating areas throughout the shaded backlawn. I saw a patio with a chiminea (which was capped with a colorful glass gazing ball, so fun!) and a darling painted iron bench, for starters.

ELR deck view

Beneath and within this grove of trees, you can smell the peat, the air is as cool as an indoor room, and I kept catching a vision of all of us sitting with coffee, talking for hours.

Beneath and within this grove of trees, you can smell the peat, the air is as cool as an indoor room, and I kept catching a vision of all of us sitting with coffee, talking for hours.


Elizabeth's flexible use of potted flowers made every little corner soft and fluffy. Again, so inviting.

Elizabeth’s generous use of potted flowers made every little corner soft and fluffy. Again, so inviting.

ELR pink cage


Tree hugging! xoxo

Tree hugging! xoxo

The mostly formal, estate-like feel of the gardens was made perfectly cheerful and personal with Elizabeth’s judicious use of garden art. What fun!

ELR bottle tree art

This penny-covered sphere nearly blended into the dark soil. I only saw it on close inspection of some perennials. What a fun surprise! And I think it's both fun and elegant.

This penny-covered sphere nearly blended into the dark soil. I only saw it on close inspection of some perennials. What a fun surprise! I think it’s both whimsical and elegant.

I have not yet mentioned her Japanese Maple collection. A nice variety of these gentle, feathery trees with their colors ranging from soft rust to quiet purple or mahogany lent the otherwise green paradise some blood. Just a little heat. They grew quietly in the shade or dappled shade and nearly blended in with the bark of their much larger counterparts, the sycamore and Elm; but then without warning they would take center stage. Just magnificent. At a quiet moment toward the end of our stay (I could have stayed here all day, really),  I asked our hostess whether she has a favorite Japanese Maple among the collection. She looked around affectionately and answered no, she doesn’t really, though there is that one frilly one there she likes a lot. At this, she smiled and maybe she winked.

The maples at varying heights and fullness, the hostas, the mossy rock paths, so many layers and variations on the theme of soft and cool and quiet… All of it together was a symphony of summertime in the south. I was tempted to believe she had even designed the patterns for how the sun poured through the tree branches. It all worked together beautifully.

Someone should totally linger here and write a classic novel.

Details that made a big impression on me personally:

  • I fell in love with her use of different vines in containers. Big, tumbling, voluptuous plants climbing up elegant supports and spilling over the edges of pots… Loved it.
  • I loved the sense of symmetry and balance everywhere. Walking through her garden you feel connected to both the ground and the under story of those big trees. You can also feel the symmetry from left to right, front to back. Everywhere. It felt good. Safe.
  • I really liked how aggressively the small trees were pruned. Redbuds, maples, a white crab apple, and more boasted clean legs and spacious, reaching tops. It allowed tons of sunshine which created so many lacy shadows.
  • Always a sucker for contrast, I was smitten by the many casual blooms filling fancy pots, maybe dressed up with iron ornaments. It reminded me fondly of the French Quarter, where shopkeepers grow asparagus fern in ornate bowls, for example.

Lessons and Take aways:

  • Never underestimate the power of good grooming. Perfectly weeded beds, razor sharp edges, black-brown mulch and soil, and well pruned trees and shrubs… All the attention to health and cleanliness makes the visitor feel settled, safe, at rest.
  • Master the art of the vignette. A painted bench with a trio of potted flowers or vines, placed right where you need it, is the sweetest thing.
  • Honor your color scheme, if you have chosen one. The ruling palette of blue-green-grey, carried throughout her property, made everything feel cohesive and intentional. This doesn’t prevent you from playing with other little pops of color, but it proves how powerful a color scheme can be in the garden.
  • Don’t surrender to shade, but work with it. Improve the soil, expand the beds, love the trees. Collect shade loving plants like hostas and hydrangeas. Bless the cool and use it.
  • Connect different beds with wide, clean walkways.
  • Incorporate symmetry at garden gates or key vistas. Grow pairs of big shrubs, arrange pairs of potted flowers, etc.
  • Look hard at existing garden design and build on it as you incorporate your own personality. Especially a property with nearly ancient trees needs care with long term vision and a sense of respect for history.

ELR pink pot

ELR me w elizabeth

Thank you so much, Elizabeth, for a truly wonderful slice of time in your paradise. I walked away inspired, calmed, challenged, and feeling very loved for some reason. Your garden exudes your sweet spirit, and I am so happy to have met both.

“Garden as though you will live forever.”
~William Kent



freddie hill’s eclectic moore gardens

Our first stop on the garden tour was in old Moore to see Freddie Hill’s small, creative, handicap-accessible, highly personalized, and truly uplifting slice of heaven. His front yard and back yard both are packed with handmade garden ornaments and plants of every variety, and just walking along the cozy, meandering paths I felt the creativity rubbing off on me. Here is the write up provided on our tour sheet:

Freddie Hill’s home in Moore had no landscaping when they arrived 38 years ago. Their gardens evolved from a family vegetable garden and a raised strawberry bed. He built his mother a water garden then built his own. All gardens were designed to be (handicap) accessible and can be tended in 15 to 30 minutes each. There is a keyhole garden, a  walled butterfly garden, hardy and non-Oklahoma-hardy succulents, water, bog, and terraced, all designed to be a teaching landscape with perennials and seedling annuals. Vegetables are mixed into ornamental gardens. The 2013 tornado meant reconstructing some of the gardens.

freddie zinnias NEW sticker

The experience of touring Freddie’s property was lilting. Stimulating. Such a perfect way to start the day, especially with the morning sun streaming over his orange tree. Every little space in the standard city lot has a purpose, a focus, and I was flat out amazed by just how much he has managed to include in a relatively small space. Yet none of it looks cluttered. Every bed is well tended. Weed free, mulched, healthy, overflowing with life. Every path is clean and plenty wide enough to enjoy in a leisurely way, maybe brushing against something fragrant or ticklish now and then. And the close quarters afforded us fun surprises around every bend.

Check out the ginormous leaves on this oregano. The fragrance... Wow.

Check out the ginormous leaves on this oregano. The fragrance… Wow.

Freddie wall art

freddie colorful path

Here is Freddie talking to part of our group about his beautiful orange tree.

Here is Freddie talking to part of our group about his beautiful orange tree.

freddie cacti

Succulents and cacti galore!

I got lost walking the narrow, interesting paths. Each one is different and wonderful.

I got lost walking the narrow, interesting paths. Each one is different and wonderful.

While everyone else is adding glass bottle trees to their landscape, Freddie has added a painted plastic bottle tree to his backyard, and I love it!! So whimsical.

While everyone else is adding glass bottle trees to their landscape, Freddie has added a painted plastic bottle tree to his backyard, and I love it!! So whimsical.

Speaking of trees, look at this clever flower pot organization. Guess what my husband will soon be building?

Speaking of trees, look at this clever flower pot organization. Guess what my husband will soon be building? : )

More whimsical fun!

More whimsical fun!

freddie group grass

compost bin

Freddie’s three-stage compost bins.

freddie butterfly garden

Just such fun.

Here are some details that especially delighted me:

  • He has a narrow wooden shelf loaded with small succulents, I think it was on a fence wall as you enter the back. Really eye catching. And as it turns out, this just hints at the stunning collection in the far corner of his backyard. I don’t know if this foreshadowing was intentional, but it was wonderful.
  • He has placed a tall ornamental grass to sort of fluff up or disguise a bare tree. I loved the effect! The tree’s trunk was covered demurely with the grass then the canopy topped it all. The effect was so freindly.
  • He grows already tall, magnificent zinnias in raised beds, causing them to look about eight feet tall, haha it was magical! I felt like I was in Oz.
  • I spotted a low pyramid of castoff bowling balls. Bowling balls in the garden? Okay! Loved it so much I laughed out loud.
  • A massive, long legged, casual potted plant perched atop a tall Grecian stone pillar? Clever mix of styles. This is my jam. I will be copying this idea.
  • His koi pond should probably be photographed for a water garden magazine. (Sadly none of my photos turned out.) There is a magnifying bowl at the surface where the fish come to eat, and it affords a great view of the beautiful creatures.
  • Freddie has added so many personal touches everywhere… I lost track. Mirrors on the fence wall, old iron headboards, clay art, the plastic bottle tree, you name it. Having never met the gentleman before this day, I felt somewhat acquainted with him after touring his garden. And isn’t that a wonderful thing?
  • He grows loofahs, cucumbers, oranges, figs, autumn clematis, portulaca, every sort of cacti, herbs, licorice, gomphrena, cypress vine, and much more. So much more. And I overheard conversations about how he sources his plant material. Everywhere! haha, I love it.

What are the big lessons and take-aways from Freddie’s garden? Here’s how I see it:

  • Infuse your outdoor spaces with your true personality. Adorn your garden. Don’t be shy.
  • Use what you have and be creative rather than shopping retail for everything pretty. And YES to mixing styles!
  • Learn to see small spaces as opportunities rather than limitations. Use them to build tight shapes and curving, overlapping paths. The small spaces will cause visitors to walk more slowly, absorb every detail.
  • Speaking of small spaces, YES you have room for a compost bin system! And it can be attractive in its own right.
  • Speaking of paths, finish them. Gravel, mulch, something. Define your garden paths and give them a good surface for meandering. Think in curves instead of straight lines.
  • Build and groom your gardens with realistic maintenance in mind. Raised beds may be an excellent solution. And consider building them taller than you’d expect. This will bear the unexpected gift of jaw dropping, skyscraper plants! : )
  • Design your smaller gardens-within-your-garden with themes and focus but be flexible about the contents. Sprinkle in some veggies here and there. Offer surprises.
  • Let things evolve over time. A beautiful garden does not have to be installed in a weekend.

Freddie, thank you so much for opening you home to us! I was on cloud nine after visiting, and I am already exploring our farm with fresh eyes. Looking for empty spots where I can apply my own artsy sensibility. Also? I smelled oregano yesterday and the heady perfume took me straight back to your front yard shade garden. So nice.

Happy gardening friends! If you were on the Members’ Tour, I would be so happy if you shared your thoughts on Freddie’s garden! What made an impression on you? Are you planning to incorporate any ideas at home?

If not, but you have questions, add them in comments. I could talk gardens all day long and into the night.

“Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens
reflect the kind of care they get.”
~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.