Richard Daybell – Novels, stories and short humor
A few folks have suggested that the garden photos I posted were not actually my garden. Some even suggest that I have betrayed a sort of sacred trust that is the Hippocratic Oath of bloggers. Some have cried journalistic malfeasance. Picky, picky, picky. I’m going to put these doubts to rest with my next set of photos — our topiary garden. If you look very closely at each little tope, you’ll see a little Richard (not Little Richard) carved into each and every one of them. Seeing is believing.
Okay, I just had a Crime and Punishment moment. Guilt, you rascal. These photos are not actually my garden, although I did take the photos, which should mitigate something. They’re actuallyin the Brandywine Valley an area that straddles the Delaware/Pennsylvania border. We were there for four days this Spring which means I should get seven or eight posts out of this. Next Professor Plum in the Conservatory with the knife.