So, the wicker chair that Yeow has claimed as his own is a recent find during the Poultney Town Wide Yard Sale. His buddy is S. Crow, the latest addition to our garden. The photo on the left is Don’s new strawberry patch featuring our log-on-a-stump. It’s an interesting piece we found recently at a tag sale. So, now you know what I’m doing when I’m not writing. Got the creative bug, even when gardening. Love the new raised beds. Check out my books at http://www.annrichduncan.com. The latest? A thriller entitled “Buried Alive” — it’s treasure hunter John Victor’s second adventure — filled with mahem and different aspects of how people deal with their faith. It also takes place in the Sonora Desert near Tuscon, Arizona where the Sonora Desert Museum is. His first adventure? Entitled “The SEED” — it’s currently being edited for a second edition featuring new information about the GMO situation. That being said, it’s educational (sort of) and exciting.
There I was, wondering about the props I want to create for my upcoming Johnny Vic play, when Don says, “Hey, there’s this amazing garden I want to show you. It’s up this way.” I was willing to go, especially when I saw the lawn sale sign pointing the same way. Up we went on this curvy dirt road. Winding for a couple of miles, darkened by foliage. And then, bam! There’s this fantasy garden. An Alice in Wonderland paradise. It’s filled with a beautiful bounty of flowers and foliage and a bevy of colorful cement characters from the well known fantasy. There was Alice peering at the Three of Hearts. And the Cheshire Cat was grinning at the Rabbit. And there was the cranky Queen, and even an evil looking troll under a footbridge. The creator of this cool fantasy land told me how he created the statues. “A little chicken wire. Some styrofoam. A coating of cement. Lots of imagination.” Hmmmm. Suddenly my Knock-Knock Rocks, Talking Tree, and Rock of Ages are doable. And the lawn sale? It was right there at this fantasy land. I picked up a beautiful “wedding ring” quilt for four bucks. Cool, huh? To see my cool books, go to www.annrichduncan.com if you haven’t already been there!
What comes to your mind when you think about gardening? An aching back? Throbbing knees? Chipped nails? Or, do you think about the end result . . . the sweet fragrance of delicate white Margaret Merrill roses bordering a frontwalk, the flaming red petals of Caroline Testout roses as they scale a wall, or the crisp, thirst-quenching crunch of your favorite cucumbers, or crisp, sweet carrots? For some, it’s reality–probably even BOTH realities–from toiling in their personal gardens to sitting down to a satisfying home-grown meal at the dinner table.
And then, there’s us writers, who must help you to smell, taste, see and experience the gardens in our novels. For instance, on page 91 of my novel of suspense, The SEED (that can be found at www.annrichduncan.com) you get to “see” Dr. Bascomb’s gardens thru Evie’s eyes as she storms over the big hill: . . . the contrasting foliar effects were further evidence of the owner’s skills in working with plant life–from the bursts of tall, waggling grasses to the sheared conical evergreens, every inch had been coaxed alive with the colors and the mingling scents of flowers and herbs. An assortment of climbing roses laden with cream, pink and deep red buds spilled from the tops of stone walls in anticipation of a riotous blooming season. And to Evie’s far left? The delicate Japanese honeysuckle vines released their sweet fragrance into the fresh country air to blend with the heady scents of lemon verbena and golden sage. This scene takes place in Massachusetts, in the Berkshires, where you can see the tower on top of Mount Greylock (the highest peak in the state) in the distance.
Mount Greylock? Massachusetts? I spent twenty years in that area, working and raising my girls. We lived in Adams, North Adams, and finally in Williamstown, before I moved to Vermont in 1998. The Berkshires are beautiful and the Green Mountains of Vermont are gorgeous. And then, there’s the Adirondacks in New York (where I grew up). They’re amazing.