Or as Guy insisted on calling it, Cabot Cove.
This was the view from our room at the Mendocino Hotel looking south.
Our room number gave us hope for murder, or at least mystery...
As did the bar,
and dining room.
And there was this:
Attempted murder. Shucks! Not good enough, I'm afraid. Alas, we made no sightings of Jessica Fletcher.
As it is, even in late August, Mendocino still has lots of garden interest--perched right over the Pacific Ocean about three hours north of San Francisco.
In general, garden maintenance is pretty relaxed.
Lavender, heather, rosemary, santolina, fuchsia, echium, mallow, pelargonium, crocosmia, dahlia, roses, salvia (especially S. leucantha) and lots and lots and lots of Amaryllis belladonna. Mendocino could be the west coast garden supplier of this fragrant, carefree summer bulb.
These roadside clumps are very common.
And someone brought in tons of Echium piniana.
Off the beaten track (all three blocks of it), Mendocino looks like this.
But it is a functioning town.
Tho' I think it functions mostly for tourists and hippies passing through.
The organic produce collective occupies a former church.
And there are many options for local theater.
Art galleries and tschochkes are the rule.
Someday I would like to have, or perhaps make, my own driftwood garden art.
More garden shots.
Later, I'll have a post up with lots of pictures from our visit to the Mendocino Coast Botanical Gardens which features a remarkable collection of heathers, among other things.