Tuesday, October 09, 2012
The view from Main Street. We checked out the local bookstore (there are two, but the used bookstore closes earlier so we headed for the one that sells new, deliciously-scented books) and emerged to find this across the street.
And flowers in the garden next to a chiropractor. Thanks to the moist air and cool breezes, the gardens here overflow with soft, delicate flowers. Anything the sun might burn seems to thrive. We saw one house with paving and mulch and I thought, "How sad." I don't think those folks can really expect to keep anything tidy in this climate. Better to embrace the vines and weeds and riotous color than to try to impose an unnatural kind of order.
Posted by Fiona at 8:57 pm