That’s me in the blue dress, chatting with visitors to The Annual Rose Viewing. The weather reports were threatening, but so far our luck has held and it has never rained on the Rose Viewing. In fact, there was so much sun that my husband was busy handing round extra garden hats and parasols, but as the afternoon progressed it became less humid and one of Heath’s lovely zephyrs began to whisper across the hill.
Even so, some visitors were happy to sit in the Cottage Ornee, drink punch, eat cookies and strawberries and visit and chat. The perfume of the roses wafted into the Cottage, but there were lots of stories about bears! They are not unheard of in these environs, even though most of us have sworn off feeding the birds in the good weather. It seems prudent to wait until hibernation season.
Other visitors continued their perambulations.
The garden is not really closed, but the Annual Rose Viewing has come and gone, the applause has died down and other summer celebrations will be more modest. But the garden, with or without roses will continue to give the Commonweeder and her husband great pleasure.