In The Garden Of Sampson And Beasley
What you can't see in this little pix is the flagstone stage on the left, designed for -- and featuring this very night -- Portland's own Pink Martini.
photo credit: Phil Miller
Nothing like a mega-party in a mega-garden to put stressful issues like entertaining in perspective. This past weekend, a mere 350 of us went to a fundraiser at Bella Madrona, five crafted acres almost solely maintained by my extraordinary friend Geof Beasley with no interference -- quite literally -- from his gracious partner, Jim Sampson.
With all the socializing, the dinner and the dancing (alas, not me), by the time we strolled the garden it was too dark for pix. But if you'd like to see a few colorful snaps of this magical place, check out the Digital Diary entry from my pre-blog days on the now deceased Web site, Talking Plants.
So many distinct garden rooms, too numerous to mention, including highly cultivated and wonderfully wild spaces. This is a shot at dusk looking down into the conifer garden. In typical Geof Beasley style, conifers are just a part of the picture; sprawled on the ground and in delicious fat mounds are hebes, heather, grasses and always a dash or six of perennial color.photo credit: Phil Miller
11:00 AM ET | 08- 4-2008 | permalink