I am hourly making amends to Clay and Limestone for muttering dissatisfaction under my breath. The earth feels it, the trees feel it and I am more then sure the birds are looking at me with astonished looks and disapproval.
I've broken my garden agreements:
After a little reassurance...I was able to convince Clay and Limestone that I would keep my agreements to honor my roots; not fall prey to comparisons and the dissatisfaction they breed; not for a minute think a gorgeous flowering face was enough to base a gardening relationship upon and never, never disparage the garden to another gardener.
Thank goodness, I've gotten my senses back...But, truthfully, it isn't just the magazines! Several gardenbloggers have said they may be in the area and would love to stop by the garden!
Panic is ensuing. I'm planning on using the "Pay No Attention To The Man Behind The Curtain" ploy that worked so well the first time Frances of Fairegarden fame visited!
It did work didn't it?!
"Gardeners, I think, dream bigger dreams than Emperor's."...Mary Cantwell