Yeah, yeah, I told you all this in the last blog post. But nothing has changed. Nine people down for the count. I'm still the last man standing and I'm waiting for that hammer to come down. In the mean time other family and friends are keeping their distance and we're holed up here except for that excursion for the fancy dinner.
So leaving the latest sickies behind, Katie and I made an escape to the annual big city garden show- on the one Saturday in February when the rest of the state was also emerging in force from hibernation. The traffic was heinous.
This garden show had seven gardens with themes from seven countries of the world.
And the clay pots! Lots and lots of clay pots!
But then I remember this is a mirage and there is snow at my studio door.
Then there's the garden art!
Is there anywhere outside the Great Northwest that has this much garden art?
Or blown glass? Be still my heart...
The first sign of spring in Oregon is the garden show.
Winter can leave and take the flu with it!