Two statue graces

With the wheelchair, the crutch, and anything else we could think of to enable my wife to be more or less mobile, we headed up to northwest Connecticut for our annual trip to White Flower Farm, perhaps the best nursery in creation. The occasion was WFF's tent sale, in which their premium plants and supplies, which are, all too often, way out of our price range, particularly when you tack on shipping, are all at half-or-better off. You never know quite what you're going to get, but since everything there is to-die-for, and they have a splendid array of plants adapted to shade, which is what we have to work with, well, we always find something to bring home. Usually, a fair number of somethings. For me, it is always also a photo op at every turn. The grounds are immaculate, the blossoms abundant and perfect. There were graces aplenty for the photographer, those cast in eternal and severe stone, along with those, happily, in sun bonnets.

Two human graces