Finally on the East Dallas Art Gardens blog I have gardening news.
The Forest Hills Garden Club was a small gathering this month at Katrina's house, but we are cute. Jane left before I remembered to ask Mark to take our picture. Jane may be one of the most gracious women I know. Here's Barb, Josephine (brand new member and my back yard neighbor), Mary, me and Katrina. Why we didn't put Jessica in the middle I don't know. Jessica is Katrina and Mark's darling baby girl and I think we should make her our official mascot. Katrina's home looks like she's ready for a photo shoot for Architectural Digest.
I am not standing next to Mary in any more pictures. She makes me look 3 feet tall.
All of our gardens will look better after today. We've had light rain for quite a while and can only hope it lasts several days. The girls were talking about continuing to water for the trees all winter. I always take a tip home from the meetings.
My across the street neighbor had a tree cut down Friday. I was out back welding and the constant of the chain saw noise all day gave me such a headache. I wanted to go over there and tell them to just stop. Of course I did go over after an inspected the logs. Glo will question me on whether the tree needed to be cut or not. I didn't see any obvious problems, but I'm not a tree specialist. I have volunteered to be handcuffed to a tree if a developer is cutting it down for no reason. I'm not afraid of developers. I proved I can stand them down when I stood in front of that electric company man's front loader. No monk parrots lost nests that day.
But when it's a neighbor, how do you go over and act like the tree police? I want to, but I'm a gutless wonder. Maybe if Glo and I went together. We will deserve our reputation "crazy tree ladies" in the neighborhood.
The name of the neighborhood is FOREST Hills. Takes trees to be a FOREST, for goodness sakes. Well, off the soapbox for now, good night.
