I can hear Elvis crooning “I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses.” It’s an old favorite of mine and appropriate to the situation.
Sappy, I know, but that’s the way I felt as I toured Shirley’s garden at sunset just now. As you probably know, Shirley Dawkins is the ultimate gardener in my book. Her perennial gardens are just beginning to awaken after a long, hard winter.
It’s still a little early for the explosion of hot color – but soon, very soon.
I sneaked away from the smorgasbord, while the others talked politics and weather. The late afternoon rain had left behind a magnificent musky smell and rain droplets reflected the setting sun. There was so much to see, that I decided to capture it with my trusty Olympus for enjoyment later.
And of course, I plan to steal her ideas to incorporate in my own garden. Shirley’s creative touches are everywhere.
I noted a sign propped on her picnic table simply stating “Gone to Walmart.” I couldn’t wait to get home and make a sign for my side courtyard. Sadly, when I’m not home, I’m usually “Gone to Walmart” – looking for plants for the garden! I think I’ll make mine say “Gone to Dollar General.” Nah, too redneck.
The Sun Garden (above) is just about to burst into bloom – give it 10 more days – tops, and color will be everywhere.
The herb garden above is being allow to set seed – garlic maybe? Not sure.
Pathways have been created within each one to allow Shirley to move freely about to tend the vegetation.
Everywhere you look there is some whimsical object to catch your eye and say to yourself “Why didn’t I think of that?”
Suddenly I spied something new – a marvelous sculpture – commissioned by the Mississippi State art department, perhaps? Upon closer inspection I discovered it was an ordinary bird feeder upon which Shirley had installed all kinds of gizmos to keep the squirrels out. From a distance, it looked like mo-derne art.
Shirley’s tomatoes are treated to raised beds and I didn’t spot weed one.
A rusty old bike appears abandoned out behind one garden.
I forgot to mention Shirley is also a dy-no-mite cook and the spread she put out for supper was as stupendous as the garden. How do some people do it so effortlessly and the rest of us struggle just to open a can of soup and keep the marigolds in bloom.