GARDENURNI think I might have mentioned I used to live with my husband and our best friend in a house in the Hollywood Hills. This is the story our best friend likes to tell about my simmering temper and persnickety housekeeping habits…

Once upon a time we used to throw parties at the drop of a hat. We’d invite everyone we knew and everyone we were working with. We’d march up to the Beachwood Market and buy ten pounds of shrimp for the barbeque and two dozen cheap wine glasses that would inevitably break over the course of the evening. Now, the gentlemen of the household would always stay up later than I would and I’m guessing they bid the last guests goodnight somewhere around three in the morning.

The morning after one of our hopping parties our friend reports he woke after just a couple of hours of sleep to my husband knocking at the door of his room. This is what he said, “You should get up.”

“Oh, noooooo.”

“No, you really… you need to get up. There’s a message for us in the living room. Help me.”

My husband and our friend walked down the hall past my closed bedroom door and then out into the entry. They looked down the three steps to the post and beam living room surrounded by soaring glass and awash in early morning light, and on the parquet floor this was spelled out in chips and bottle caps and crumpled napkins in two foot tall letters:


Strangely enough, I have no recollection of this incident.

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  1. George Kaplan
    May 24, 2013

    This is, of course, *fab-YOU-lous*! Beautiful images of a beautiful garden and a fantastic story gloriously well- told. My, those sound like parties to be savoured. I’m not sure what’s my favourite part of this but the “Oh, noooo!” and “There’s a message for us in the living room. Help me” (what a hilariously heart-rending plea!) have are so amusing, and the very image of the creative message itself and what lay behind it makes me *smile*. However, the highlight may be ” Strangel enough, I have no recollection of this incident” 🙂 I’m not a stranger to that kind of selective amnesia…

    • May 24, 2013

      Some call it selective, however, I think my friend might use the word “diabolical” 😉

  2. George Kaplan
    May 24, 2013


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