The musings of a chef-caterer
turned estate gardener,
digging, pruning and
cultivating my way through a year in the garden
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Please Pardon my (lack of) Post
It was already 90 degrees at 11:30 in Atlanta, so not the most perfect of gardening days. One of those days on which I break into a sweat pulling a single weed, which won't even begin to make a dent in the Stepchild Garden!
As a result, it's the perfect day to just ENJOY the Stepchild Garden for a couple of hours. Lemonade in my signature QT cup, sitting in one of the chairs that Chuck built, on the porch of the "Not Shed," reading some more of the book I'm reading about Sissinghurst.