En vacances – Cape Cod

I bet you didn’t see that coming.

I have travelled so far to ogle hydrangeas.

But it was a long-held desire to visit my dear friend Karen’s home on Cape Cod.

It was here that she set the story of her novel The Last Book Party.

And what better moment than the occasion of a 30 year reunion of dear friends from my journalist days?

How great was that? Staggering off the fast ferry in a stormy sea (Rough Seas Today : No refund for Motion Sickness) there were my dear friends with posters welcoming me to the holidays.

We spent the whole week in this giddy exuberant delight. Swimming and walking and talking. And just catching up.

I’ll spare you the shots of fresh fish roasted and feasted. My first ever hot lobster roll.

This is a gardening blog after all.

Oh okay. Swimming. Cold, cold water swimming…

Karen’s family garden was in its late September calm.

But it was so fascinating to explore a garden so close to the sea.

But for ridiculous late summer garden colour you cannot beat Provincetown. P Town.

We do flashy colour.

We strut down the street with teensy tiny dogs.

How did I manage to shoot photos of house and gardens and not give you the glories of a delightfully welcoming town?

It’s a skill, believe me.

Make me go back next summer and regale you with the heaving crowds of fun folk.

And maybe not show you more shots of tortured trussed-up dahlias.

Mine are a bit more… relaxed.

And now, sigh, it’s back to work.