Mary (my wife) and I had the chance to spend some time at Chanticleer today, one of the hidden gems of our town.
Chanticleer has been called the most romantic, imaginative, and exciting public garden in America. The garden is a study of textures and forms, where foliage trumps flowers, the gardeners lead the design, and even the drinking fountains are sculptural. It is a garden of pleasure and learning, relaxing yet filled with ideas to take home. (from the Chanticleer web site)
We join Chanticleer every year, and like to go several times throughout the spring, summer, and fall. Besides strolling through the beautiful grounds, we usually bring a book with us as well, taking advantage of the many Adirondack chairs spread throughout the property.
Today was our first visit of the year, and when we got to this one section of the gardens, there was a lovely, distinct smell.
I said to Mary, “Is that mint?”
She replied, “I don’t think so. I think it’s cilantro.”
At that point we both realized we had had the same exact conversation last year while walking through the same part of the garden.
It’s nice having shared memories, but it would be even nicer if we remembered them…