The highlight of a weekend full of highlights was the trip to the home of Mike Shadrack and Kathy Guest Shadrack. They are both renowned authors and live in a woodland wonderland near Hamburg NY. Their house is built over a creek, a creek for crying out loud. How cool is that?
When I got off the bus I was stunned, in awe, fill in the blank. I think it was Melissa from Houston Garden Girl who said “breathe Jim, breathe.” There was hosta as far as I could see. Beautiful green hosta. Hosta in pots, hosta in planters, hosta in the ground; a cornucopia of hosta. I had arrived at the Graceland of hosta.
There were gardens to tour. One was Kathy Guest Shadrack's wonderful sun garden with the most beautiful lilies. It is built on a hill with paths that meander through the beds. You could get lost in the open, being overwhelmed by the beauty. Pat and I next visited the mini hosta garden which is set in the woods (as opposed to the rest of the property, which is also set in the woods). The hostas were in nooks and crannies, growing in rotting wood -- they were everywhere I looked. It was beautiful, like wandering through the Cuyahoga National Park, but better. We hiked along the woodland paths moving up the hill, seeing more hostas, till we pumped into a deer fence. That explains why I didn’t see any teeth marks on the hosta. Pat and I sacrifice hosta every year to deer.
The ultimate wow moment occurred when I got my picture taken with Mike Shadrack. It was better than meeting the pope.