Oh, look, they have wine, God bless them.
I couldn't take my eyes off the painting on the gate.
It's stunning.
We bummed around the residential part of Georgetown after that. I chatted with the guy who created this arbor.
He's lived there a couple years with his wife and their baby. He's a landscape architect, though he doesn't always use that term. He said when he first moved in, the yard was nothing but chain-link fence and a dog run.
He was totally fine with me taking all these photos.
I'd bet you a million dollars that this is his truck.
I have to go now, but I also have photos of the haunted Georgetown Castle, the Hat & Boots park, some basalt sculpture, and more Depression-era clothes made from flour sacks!
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I'm not feeling this place so much as the Ciscoe Morris Garden.
It's more charming in context.
Ciscoe's place is literally a TV show garden, in a neighborhood of proper mid-century homes in north Seattle, where not a link of steel fencing can be seen in anyone's yard.
This place is just a few blocks from an airport; across the street from a loud-barking dog behind some chain-link fence; and on the same block as a pair of giant cowboy boots, some sex-offender housing, and a haunted castle. (Though hopefully it won't also soon be a few blocks from a brand-new dump, if we can make our case to the city on that.)
The sense of humor that this gardener displays seems highly appropriate for the site.
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