As I’ve mentioned before, I am participating in the first annual Fo-Po Garden Tour this Sunday from 10am-2:00pm. I am technically outside the Foster-Powell neighborhood in Portland, but they are letting me slip in anyways. Everything is suppose to be really informal, but alas I find myself freaking out a bit in preparation!?! There is so much to do: finish the patio, stake the young trees, tie down the grape vines growing on the old bed frame, pile another tire level on the potato stacks…
As I type this, our greyhound Howard just gets more exhausted thinking about it. And honestly, it makes me tired just thinking about it. I fret over all of this knowing there will probably only be a handful of people that make it through our backyard, and I think I might know all of them. The biggest benefit for me has been an excuse to get the garden in shape and also a great opportunity to meet other hip gardeners in the ‘hood.
It feels a lot like having company over though when you know your house is a mess. And they say “Oh, no, don’t worry about it! It will just be fun to see your place!” But really the whole time you are plotting an occasion to ask them back over when your house is cleaner so they get a better impression.
And the earlier picture of Howard was completely a lame excuse to put that picture in here. He just looks so funny when he wakes up from a nap with his tongue still hanging out of one side of his mouth… Ahem.