Breakfast Garden Tour

Apparently, this is the 15th year that our neighborhood has put together this little tour.  It starts off at the community garden with a simple continental breakfast and a chance to meet some of our fellow gardeners whose plots we admire.  Then, follow your map and guidebook through all sorts of home gardens in our neighborhood.  I loved it because it was a chance to just meet a gradual trickle of people throughout the morning as we worked our way through different parts of our neighborhood.  It was me and my friend Jenny (and her 3 month old Toby) and then two other people from our neighborhood who we now know a little better.​  Many of the homes in our neighborhood were build in the early 20th century for the St. Louis World's Fair.   I truly like these square brick homes and I actual adore the little postage stamp backyards and the creative ways people have designed them for utility, fun, and beauty.  Here are a few pics from the tour.  Jonathan couldn't come as he left for two simultaneous conferences in Montreal this morning.

​TIcket created by our garden director and artist Andy.

​TIcket created by our garden director and artist Andy.

Starting with breakfast.  It started out rainy but cleared up quickly.​

Starting with breakfast.  It started out rainy but cleared up quickly.​

​Community garden plot.  Lettuce is so beautiful!  I want to group mine like this next year.

​Community garden plot.  Lettuce is so beautiful!  I want to group mine like this next year.

​Jenny and Toby are ready the tour.

​Jenny and Toby are ready the tour.

​It's hard to see here but this is a spiral herb garden.  Mint, oregano, thyme, parsley, rosemary, and tarragon.  Beautiful!

​It's hard to see here but this is a spiral herb garden.  Mint, oregano, thyme, parsley, rosemary, and tarragon.  Beautiful!

​Small koi pond.  Loved this garden!  (it wasn't just because they served mimosas!)

​Small koi pond.  Loved this garden!  (it wasn't just because they served mimosas!)

OK.  No more gardens, Mom!​

OK.  No more gardens, Mom!​