When we moved to Philadelphia, I left behind gardens. And thirty-five years worth of good friends.
We lived in our 300-year-old house in Massachusetts for fifteen years. The town was growing too quickly and the atmosphere was changing. I was tired of having to drive everywhere and felt isolated. I was craving city life again, but we chose to move to Philadelphia rather than back to Boston. I felt that I was missing too many family events, big and little, because family was four to eight hours away by car. So we moved.
These are the gardens I left behind. I miss them now. I was so spoiled. Now, I have a few potted plants on a tiny patio, no room to experiment or for the big clumps of flowers I like. We've been in the city for almost ten years and I'm craving the country. This has been our pattern: ten years in the city, ten in the country. But if I mention moving, Jack cringes and edges away.
By the way, if anyone recognizes the plant / flower in the first photograph, please let me know. I was very good about labeling and taking notes, but I just can't place this one. It's one of my favorite blues. Anchusa? Salvia?