A welcome invitation from son and his wife arrived before the hottest days of the sultry Savannah summer. Our bags were packed and we were ready to go. We left our house and garden in good hands and set out for the three day trek.
Caring for their vegetable garden was a tiring but invigorating chore. The wildflower garden looks out over pastures with horses and cows grazing in the distance.
The artists studio is slowly being brought back to life, and maybe when it is complete, they will bring back the garden and clear the gravel areas and seating areas. A work in progress. A few years ago, my mother and I weeded it to perfection but it has gone back to a really wild garden, and so I let it be this year’s visit. The raised circular brick edged bed at the front of the driveway had filled in with native “weeds”, some attractive and some not so. After everything was pulled out, hollyhock, hyssop and echinacea was added. Hollyhock seems to grow all over, even in the center of town.
The afternoon heat and sun, sent us off in the car for errands or indoors for reading. The errands are most enjoyable…you can’t beat the beautiful scenery all along the way.
It is such a different style of life from where our son was raised. But there are signs of the East coast and his family. Arriving back at their hacienda in the evening, the first thing you see when you open the front door is the quilt made for them by his Aunt, with the colors of Taos. Wherever you call home, it is nice to bring signs of love and things from your past.