Last June Kay and I stayed at the Rose Inn for our anniversary. I will not admit to which anniversary, but gold features prominently in it. How time flies when you're always numb (just kidding). The two reasons we chose the Rose Inn were its proximity to Cornell University where we met and the Inn itself. We had previously sent our middle son Jim and his wife Teresa to the inn for an anniversary of theirs which they thoroughly enjoyed (both their anniversary and the inn).
The gardens at the inn are rather formal, befitting the many weddings that take place there. In fact one occurred the day before we arrived. On our way to the inn the skies opened up to a deluge from the heavens and the car shook with the thunder. A heavy fog enveloped us during one stretch. We knew not what catastrophe was yet to come. Considering what we were about to celebrate, we laughed at this omen for our anniversary and to what the future had in store for us. The storm, however, moderated to a mere drizzle by the time we arrived at the inn. That evening we celebrated with a fine meal in a benign, even romantic setting at the inn.
The next morning the sun came out to shine on the first day of our next xx years and we strolled through the garden. It is the antithesis of mine. My garden is like Topsy, it just grows. Careful planning seems not to be my style. I read the other gardening articles in Suite101 where attention is given to form, color, size and all the attributes of garden architecture and design. These editors would probably be appalled at the procedure I follow, complete anarchy. Well, almost so. I also have such a soft spot in my heart for anything that grows, except weeds and Black Walnut trees, that I can not bring myself to correct any mistakes. I am also lazy. So what if a Viburnum now envelopes some Potentilla so that only a couple of feeble branches of one are still visible, hugging the ground, and one of the other two has given up the ghost. It crept up on the Potentilla so slowly that I did not realize what was happening until it was a fait accompli. There are 14,968 pages of Viburnum on the Google search engine. Only 11,800 for Potentilla. That is not such a
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