Reader beware: You are about to be inundated with Flowers. Flowers up to your eyeballs and into the clouds and twining round your ankles; acres and acres of flowers! Are you in Heaven? No, you are at the Sunflower Festival!
I only WISH I could grow flowers like this. The Mistress of this garden is Rena Holt. Once a year, over the 4th of July Holiday, folks come from far and wide to fill a $10 bucket with jolly, fat faced Sunflowers grown on this old farm place in Georgia, listen to music, drink lemonade and purchase art and craft from folks like myself.
I am in love with Rena's gardens. They are lush, thick, wild-crazy, and wonderful cottage gardens. She plants everywhere!.
She plants in stone piggys,
old farm implements,
against plain wire fences
and funny stick fences,
in old window boxes, neath the old windows on an old sharecropper shack.
You can see the flowers from inside in the old shack,
Here is the delightful potting shed where Rena works her magic.
Her runner beans reach for the skies upon bamboo pyramids.
Gee, I wish I had a garden club.I think she is a bit too modest, we gardeners KNOW how much work all this requires.