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A room with lots of windows leads to this new terrace (formerly known as the weed patch), soon some of those windows will be a French door; trees & shrubs & groundcovers & H20 feature & furniture will be added.
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Back to AIRPLANE MAN. He was stuck with me, alone, last Tuesday. The Wife, she was at work. I was called, by The Wife, to inspect a post at the new potager.
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AIRPLANE MAN answered the door with dirty hands, dirty clothes & covered in sweat. (Poppets, something fabulously attractive about a man who gardens, hmm, wonder how Thomas Jefferson looked all sweaty garden dirty). We immediately delved into gardenspeak & began covering the new paths, rondels & grounds . Stop, is this the man irritated by my hire?
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Had to ask, "Who did you listen to?". Edith Piaf.
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To The Wife, girlfriend YOU DID IT. Your garden is all-totally-completely AIRPLANE MAN's idea.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Pics taken Tuesday. Men are such unknowable beasties, or are they? I adore that The Wife & AIRPLANE MAN have flown into a new chapter of their lives together. Of course I'm partial to garden chapters !
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No, never thought AIRPLANE MAN would garden. NEVER................
2 comments:
Well, the whole man-woman disconnect will remain a mystery, even when both connect!
So, no mondo grass to soften that stone expanse, since "the wife" actually carried out the ideas of "airplane man", who is a closet gardener? Women..... :)
After seeing these pics, I must tell you that they got my flagstone nice and sturdy for me to walk on now. I had them level it out yesterday and add decomposed granite. Tired of tripping between those stones and falling down! Wish I'd had you.
Brenda
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