We drove 90 miles to Brenham Texas. It is on highway 290 – the road to Houston – and passes through some beautiful country. When we got to Bastrop County, the live oak gave way to pine trees. It was like seeing old friends. The landscape reminded me of Southern Oregon where I grew up. A little further on it was if we passed through a rain shadow. Suddenly the roadside grass was green and lush and the wildflowers were in bloom. Our cares immediately began to fall away.
As part of the festivities, Mike had the Brenham high school drama club on the grounds doing Shakespeare vignettes. They were completely in costume and deep in character. I was called “M’Lady” several times (so much nicer than “ma’am”.)
There was so much to see and do.
The trellises and gazebos were very inspiring.
They have several rebar Monet-like structures, one almost two stories high.
The area around the Antique Rose Emporium was beautiful too. Ed and I found a group of roses in the parking lot that was framed by the vista of a farmhouse on the prairie.
We came home today and I unloaded my treasures. As I lined them up against the garage in the order they were going to be planted I made a discovery. I had grabbed the wrong rose. Instead of the Crimson Glory that had inspired the trip, I had picked up a Jacob’s Coat by mistake. Luckily I have just the spot for it - it will replace a passion vine that the caterpillars ate.
So what to do about my red rose?
I guess I have to go back.