Whither Wilma?

Cupressus macrocarpa 'Wilma'

Sometimes it pays to see your mistakes front and center. I left this shrub, Cupressus macrocarpa 'Wilma,' in the pink pail holding the screen door open all summer. It didn't get the light it needed and did what it rightfully should have done: die. The shrub I paired with this, another 'Wilma,' also in a pink pail, sat about 3 feet away and flourished. Well not flourished, but she survived with just a wee bit more sun. Hoping against hope, I placed the sickly shrub on the Dock hoping for a miracle. And of course it was too late. And so it goes.

Darkness Comes to the Dock

The Dock

Here is the Dock, looking a bit grim in its Fall clothes. However, this space is my zen zone for my morning coffee, our special gathering place to follow the sun, our place for sipping Mint Juleps. The early 20th century French outdoor furniture set that spends late Spring, Summer and a stretch of Fall here, is now inside. It's from the Dock that I can look across to Piet and down the Meander. I love this space.