So many people said how enjoyable and beautiful our garden is with the grapes covering the harbor, their tiny clusters of fruit getting larger by the day as they drip dew from their leaves to touch your skin in a gentle cooling way. The fountain gurgles and spills over the sides coated with moss to the bottom tier where it stills itself.
In the flower garden, the Columbine is in full bloom. Lilies are sprouting up, red and yellow with intense perfumes and snow white Orientals as big as dinner plates. It's very colorful right now in the middle of Spring. And our party, dyeing eggs with the intention of winning a prize for the best decorated egg, turned out to be a lot of fun. It was the talk while decorating eggs that made it successful. Getting to know people through creating has a way of opening doors.
As the night wore on and the crowd thinned a fire was started to gaze into with the crackle of pine logs spitting sparks up the chimney. We drank wine and talked of days in the past and what our plans were for this year. Travel for some, to Ireland except for Wally and me, I'm hoping to go to the Russian river one last time. I'm hoping for that much. If not, we'll make our world travels from the garden we so carefully cared for all these years. We'll make the best of it no matter where we are, just as long as we're together.
