Saturday was a hot muggy day but I wasn't traveling far afield today, just into town, to attend a Deer Proofing workshop by the Fauquier County Master Gardeners at the old Marshall school. This group of gardeners hosts workshops throughout the year for the community and this one appealed to me. Plus I had been noticing lately on my drive home the beautiful flowers blooming in the old school garden, and had wondered who was responsible.
The garden comprises of a group of beds, each one tended by a member, and each bed packed solid with perennials and annuals, while another area was filled with vegetables and herbs.
The gardeners walked about and were happy to give names of plants and advice on tending them. It really ignited an interest in me to get back into gardening again. I'd always had gardens filled with perennials in England but my first (and last) garden here in the U.S. was gobbled up in 3 or 4 days by unknown insects, leaving just a few barren stalks sticking out of my tilled earth. I'd not bothered since then but had been told that it was likely that the free mulch I'd had delivered by Falls Church had been the culprit, infested with insects. Seeing this beautiful display today reminded me of what I was missing, so I'll be planting a few plants this year at Meadow House before the fall.
But today, I was here to learn about deer proofing the garden, and since we encourage all wildlife up on the hill, I guessed fencing would be the best way, but didn't want it to look ugly.
The FCMG does have a website, click here, and offers plenty of advice or classes for those avid green thumbs.
My next stop of the the day was the National Sporting Library and Museum in Middleburg. I've been driving past this for a couple of years and finally found a few hours spare in which to visit it.
I found a PDF online, click here, dated 2014, but it holds all the 2015 entries too, so I'm assuming it's both years.
My favorite painting was Harvest Raven by Shawn Gould, Page 67, and my favorite sculpture was Dreaming of Jill by Bryce L. Petit, Page 104.
Understandably, I wasn't allowed to photograph any of the exhibits, apart from Still Water, but harder than not taking photos, was the disallowance of touching any of the sculptures. But again, completely understandable. The standard of work was breathtaking, some of the pieces were just astounding.
I had the place to myself, and walked around slowly enjoying the private
tour, and then on to the rest of the art throughout the building. I noticed, quite proudly, that the majority of art pieces
displayed, not included in the exhibition, were by British artists, many
dating back a few hundred years. My favorites are below.
I finished my walkabout and then had a quick look about the library, which held many cups and awards from Middleburg horse events. But I couldn't stay long. I was acutely aware of a plant sitting in the back of Stuart that needed planting, and I was itching to start putting together a list of a few perennials to go in the garden before the fall. Maybe I might get a hummingbird moth flitting around some bee balm plants alongside my hummingbirds. Wouldn't that be something?