I saw these on the way to Fair Oaks.
Field One Flowers
Notes from my Residency Journal
After two weeks away, Henry and I enjoyed our day at Fair Oaks. It was really too hot to take him along but I feel so guilty when I don't. He loves it as much as I do. The morning was quite nice. We loaded up the golf cart and headed back into the shade trees to do a study of Live Oaks. The bugs were out but I sprayed myself and all around the cart with bug juice so that kept them at bay. It was peaceful and lovely. We were close to the pond, which is in the expanding mode now from a very wet season. I could hear an odd bird call and never did recognize it. It was pretty loud but I never saw the bird so who knows? We started back toward Holy Ground Field, which is a huge field with lovely cabbage palm hammocks, but didn't get far. The path is deep with standing water and I barely avoided getting stuck. I got the cart turned around headed back when the lunch bell rang. Yay!! The staff has dubbed getting the carts stuck in the mud as a "Blondheiming". I can't imagine why?
Rick and farm manager Scotty had a gourmet spaghetti and meatball lunch prepared with garlic bread and mixed green salad. We tried an orange poppy seed dressing on the salad that was zingy and tasty. Lunch was served on new china,cutlery and glassware, all cheery and so pretty. Rick's wonderful attention to comfort and detail for guests makes every visit a pleasure. Going to Fair Oaks is an event. It is always a privilege, with a gracious and amusing host to make me feel welcome.
After lunch we headed back out to Field 1. I was able to do a quick little painting of the subtle colors in the field that make it look like a rich tapestry. What a wonderful world in this remarkable place.
By 2:30 Henry was beginning to gasp for air from the heat, so reluctantly, I packed up Leroy and we headed for home with the happy memory of a day at Fair Oaks.