tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14345890.post3395732155705296554..comments2023-07-27T07:41:41.837-07:00Comments on whoreticulture: I'm reading a bookchuck b.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00882763861745236443noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14345890.post-91508441527254919442007-03-25T18:06:00.000-07:002007-03-25T18:06:00.000-07:00Hey, Chuck. Thanks for checking out my blog. I pro...Hey, Chuck. Thanks for checking out my blog. I promise I'll tell you about the Ceanothus book sometime.<BR/><BR/>Since you last visited I've posted a bunch of boring stuff, but I think you might be interested in checking out a bunch of photos I took yesterday at Elandan Gardens. It's primarily a bonsai garden, but they sell some gorgeous stone obelisks. <BR/><BR/>It's the latest post here:<BR/><BR/>http://midbeaconhill.blogspot.com/JvAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13300544674853649714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14345890.post-67583585270649567372007-03-23T16:35:00.000-07:002007-03-23T16:35:00.000-07:00Yeah, I was born there...I love your idea of the o...Yeah, I was born there...<BR/>I love your idea of the obelisk!anilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11832822965432154431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14345890.post-32373905710521988992007-03-23T10:03:00.000-07:002007-03-23T10:03:00.000-07:00Did you say Savannah? I LOVE Savannah. I once sp...Did you say Savannah? I LOVE Savannah. I once spent an entire day and most of the night walking the downtown grid over and over again. One day I will fly across the country just to blog the garden squares of Savannah. I think I was last there ten years ago. Right before the advent of mass-produced digital cameras.<BR/><BR/>Anyhow, that sculpture is lovely and iconic, and that cemetery is quite Romantic. <BR/><BR/>Yesterday, I rendezvoused with a friend at the stone yard before going to lunch. On her way there, driving through the cemetery town of <A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colma,_California" REL="nofollow">Colma</A>, she said she began to wonder what kind of stone yard we were meeting at. And I realized a vaguely funereal obelisk of the appropriate scale and material would be the perfect mystery-generating garden sculpture for me.chuck b.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00882763861745236443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14345890.post-12319224117737940702007-03-23T08:53:00.000-07:002007-03-23T08:53:00.000-07:00That is such a great book. It's just the way I pi...That is such a great book. It's just the way I picture things if I had my own garden. My mother had a statue of the little girl in the Savannah cemetery on the cover of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. She's in storage right now... I have to go get her soon...anilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11832822965432154431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14345890.post-43728640701778409652007-03-23T00:19:00.000-07:002007-03-23T00:19:00.000-07:00Ok, "big foliage right up front". I've only enormo...Ok, "big foliage right up front". I've only enormous plants in my niniature garden. I agree with the county clerk : i've replaced Mary by a balinese Buddha.(what is a "county clerk"?)Delphinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15135805939182879210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14345890.post-8949707003895984812007-03-21T11:20:00.000-07:002007-03-21T11:20:00.000-07:00I will definately get this book.I will definately ...I will definately get this book.<BR/><BR/>I will definately NOT have a Mary on the Half-Shell in my garden.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>By the way, I've tagged you for a meme. (Sorry) <A HREF="http://tinyurl.com/3anp7w" REL="nofollow">http://tinyurl.com/3anp7w</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14345890.post-3654335639620061472007-03-20T22:15:00.000-07:002007-03-20T22:15:00.000-07:00So, with my heart full of a drowsy pleasure, and c...So, with my heart full of a drowsy pleasure, and cautious not to dissipate my mood by previous intercourse with any one, I hurried away, and was soon pacing a wood-path, arched overhead with boughs, and dusky brown beneath my feet.<BR/><BR/>At first, I walked very swiftly, as if the heavy floodtide of social life were roaring at my heels, and would outstrip and overwhelm me, without all the better diligence in my escape. But, threading the more distant windings of the track, I abated my pace and looked about me for some side-aisle, that should admit me into the innermost sanctuary of this green cathedral; just as, in human acquaintanceship, a casual opening sometimes lets us, all of a sudden, into the long-sought intimacy of a mysterious heart.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com