We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I'll wrap up my Newport photo dump with a few pics from the Flower Show, which is the main reason Mrs. BD dragged me to Rhode Island last weekend. The Newport Flower Show is what the gardening and arranging ladies term an "important" show. It attracts garden club competitors from as far as Texas, and it raises lots of money for the Preservation Society of Newport County.
Mrs. BD did not have an entry in the show this year, but she likes to keep a finger on the pulse of things.
Last weekend's show was held at Rosecliff, one of the loveliest Newport cottages. Guy who built it was a Comstock Lode heir. My photos do not capture how crowded the place was with flower people and their tolerant husbands, mostly, like me, feigning deep interest and appreciation while furtively glancing at one's watch.
More pics of the show below the fold -
I am not being fair though. After years of seeing flower artistry and watching the Mrs. working on her creations, one does develop some appreciation of what it entails and of the thought and inspiration that go into it.
Here's a view from the back of Rosecliff, overlooking the ocean:
Mrs. BD judged this production as "perfect:"
The pave giraffe was cool. Yes, all fresh flowers and plant material:
A view from the back porch, with the vendor tents and the jazz band's tent:
Mrs. BD judged this one as "stunning," but my photo does not do it justice. It's about 3 1/2' high:
I liked this, but it wasn't a flower:
I forget what word she used to describe this one, but she wanted a photo of it:
Something to look at. This construction was 6' high:
Wonderful pictures, Bird Dog, and Mrs. BD has great taste in flower arrangements. As for Rosecliff, what a glorious example of what free enterprise can do, when it is untrammeled by Big Government with greedy fingers!
I agree, Leag, that last one had 'Buddy' written all over it.
"Wad append Buddy?"
As you know, Buddy is very, very shy. He usually needs an inducement to come out. Try a $20 bill tied to some string. He always falls for it. In lieu of that, a raw bone from the butcher's should do the trick. Make sure it has some fresh blood on it so the smell gets into the air.
Nice photo spread, BD.
"I forget what word she used to describe this one"