Saturday, June 10, 2006
A New and Different Perennial
Back when Hank and I lived in Fairfield, I had a wild garden, a most appropriate place to plant a few good-looking rocks. Hank made a drag cart for Pipsissewa, our burro, which enabled Pippy and me to bring home several spectacular boulders covered in moss and lichens, and one that actually had a wild columbine growing in a crack.
Before I could describe the rock or its location Hank said "It's that great flat stone by the brush pile at the edge of the heifer pasture, right? Soft, reddish color, about two feet high, smooth as glass on top?"
Well, no question but great minds think alike. We'd never discussed this natural stone seat, but had obviously both been eyeing it for years. Elihu scooped it up with his backhoe, carried it across the meadow and "planted" it. There's something very nice about sitting on this sun-warmed seat after a summer night's skinny dip, and since we planted the weeping hemlock behind it, the rock looks as it had been born there.