Being that the tour took place on the first Saturday of August and that we'd endured a long drought, I was pretty worried that my garden would not look its best and therefore not warrant being on the tour, but looks, of course, were not what the tour was about. The tour was about people, and by my rough estimate I would say that thirty, forty people came through. At one point there were seven people on my porch and among my garden, which isn't all that of an unusual sight, but these were seven people whom I had never met before. These photos, however, are courtesy of a friend—bless hon—who happened to be visiting from New Jersey. Here she is, wearing an enormous amount of purple.
There I am, looking off into the distance, very possibly toward New Mexico, the place where I am bound come mid-September. Peeping up from behind my tomatoes is the wonderful Toast, translator, poet, and creator of the weeks, a new calendar that dispenses with months and gives each week of the year its own name, a system that is both fanciful and practical. This year's garden tour took place at the tail end of Dyamid, which, I must admit, was a tough week for me.
Finally we have the wonderful and talented Joanne Mackiewicz, organizational mastermind and garden tour head honcho. It was Joanne who contacted me about being on the tour back in June, and for that I want to say thanks. Thanks, Joanne, the tour was a blast.