I'd hoped to get the back yard equipped with a table and an umbrella before the fest was upon us, but that (along with more than I care to mention) got away from me in the midst of way too many spinning plates in my life. And besides, if I had, my friends and I would have been sitting way in the back instead of in the front, and we'd have missed meeting all the interesting people who passed and getting to play good Samaritan from time to time. The chairs have been there ready and waiting. Finally, I had the rental car for the day after I returned from St. Louis, et voila!
A friend of mine had mentioned that if I got an umbrella, I'd really need to get a stand of some kind. I gave it a little thought, but passed on the purchase since I'd bought a small umbrella and was on a limited budget. Everything looked so pretty the day I was out there getting set up. The umbrella wasn't particularly happy resting on the concrete. I worked a little longer, pondering the problem as I cut, pruned, trimmed and planted.
Don't you think every garden umbrella should rest in an empty wine bottle?
This post is dedicated to Holly McKenney-my fellow Good Samaratin and Foxhorn indoctrinate supreme!
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