A Good Day

Had company yesterday and dinner with friends last night. It was a good day. It started with my sketching in rocks the outline of the newest garden area. The area is an enlargement of a little garden that sits along the northern fence between my house and the house that used to be home to my great-grandmother. The chinquapin oak that stands outside the current little garden needs tending and the best way to do it is give it a garden. So, out goes the little garden to embrace it.

The friends who came by just happened to be in the area and thought it would be nice to say hello. It was a good visit and I promised to repay them when next I came to Houston. The dinner was with friends who live just down the road. We occupied the same subdivision in Pasadena when our kids were growing up. Now, here we are in the Hill Country. Both couples were doing what friends do, watering and tending a garden of friendship. Imagine if plants could move around with other plants they love. That would make the world an even more interesting place. Hey, said the scarlet sage to the cedar, I’ve missed you.

I’ll stop. My imagination is running away with me. And plants do a spectacular job of moving around as it is. The friends who stopped by mid-day wanted to see the khaki weed I talk about. I’ve been digging and digging and thought it might be hard to find one. But I found one and showed it to them. They understood the problem. When they left, I dug it up. Today, I will start with the grass removal in the newest garden because you have to start somewhere, and I want the chinquapin to get a little love. Because can’t we all use a little love now and again.