What a week. This week I really men "Thank god it's Friday".
A garden is often a place of quiet reflection. We all work like the clappers getting things in order and ensure that we make the most of our space so that we can enjoy the fruits, (sometimes literally), of our labour. But a garden can also be a dynamic place. A gathering place. The outside room you invite people into when weather permits.
Then the original neighbours moved out and the new people who moved in who, quite frankly, didn't stand a chance. The scene had been set and the stride was not to be broken. Plus, when you move into my street you become my friend. It's the law. So wine time continued under a new guise. Happy hour.
Then it grew. Now each week is at a consecutive neighbours house. One by one other households joined and I hope more will come. Alison in a moment of sheer comedic brilliance renamed it cope-aholics anonymous. It's an afternoon I look forward to with gusto. Tonight was our turn on the roster.
The garden seems to have survived a week of neglect, but tomorrow I'll do a reconnaissance and see what needs a little TLC.