The Neophyte Gardener has been on lots of garden tours with me. Sometimes The Dubious Gardener and The Reluctant Gardener accompany us but this day we were on our own. Just when we thought we were done for the season we spotted this tour in the paper and headed for the mountains. This was called The Rich People's Garden Tour. No it wasn't, we called it that. First up, a gorgeous adobe house and garden at about 7,200 feet above sea level.
Nice flagstone fire pit. These are okay in the mountains where I expect it to smell like a fireplace, but down in my neighborhood they stink. And I always think my house is on fire.
Lots of stone outcroppings on the property that they've used very well. I think the aspens were all quaking and that's why the top of the picture is blurry.
Just in case there wasn't enough stone they bought the entire installation of sculptures that were displayed at the Denver Botanic Gardens a few years ago. They're scattered around the property. I'm liking this stone mama and her chicks.
They also had a peacock, peahen, and a bunch of chickens in this enclosure. I'd love a peacock roaming around my yard. Wonder if they'd be a match for the raccoons?
The color on these yarrow! There's something about the high altitude setting that just makes colors glow. No Photoshopping here.
They let us inside the house in order to get to the rooftop garden. I gaped open-mouthed at the furnishings but we were moved right along. That wasn't part of the show. Ever seen a Christmas cactus like this? We hadn't. Look at those long fronds hanging down with one brilliant, fringed bloom at the bottom. I asked the owners (very nice people) what it was. They said, "some kind of Christmas cactus."
I've never seen so much Kentucky Bluegrass in my life (but I've never been to Kentucky.) We were instructed to park on it. Eeek, seriously? I felt bad.Not to fear, there was plenty more bluegrass across the creek. Really.
Lovely rushing creek bisects the property.
The outdoor dining table overlooks the creek. Nice antlers!
The next home started out as a fishing lodge in the 1950's. It's not a fishing lodge anymore and has lots of walled gardens. This is such an iconic look for the Colorado mountains ( besides forest fires) - Aspens and Blue Spruce.
More rock outcroppings. And the ubiquitous clay ollas. We like this a lot in Colorado.Sculpture lady at the edge of a small water feature.
How about those columbines!The flagstone terrace was added after the fishing lodge phase. It overlooks a huge pond stocked with fish specifically chosen to eat the algae.
That's some serious stone stacking.
We got lost on the way to this garden situated on a flat meadow. The GPS took us to the top of God-knows-where-mountain and wasn't the least apologetic about it. After making our way up and down a few burro trails we finally pulled up to this owner-maintained garden. We'd left the serious money behind but this was no slouch. I'm a sucker for these dovecote birdhouses. This one was full of Barn swallows.
Nice pond with evergreen plantings surrounding it.
They had a huge enclosed vegetable garden called The Garden. The wall sculpture below the sign let us know why it was enclosed.
Some serious twig work for a tomato cage.Very floriferous rose bush adorned the entrance.
These little allium were so dinky and cute. I think I need some. Drumstick?
Throughout the day, we heard garden visitors questioning each other about the identity of various plants. When no answer was forthcoming The Neophyte Gardener supplied them. Did I mention she's become The Expert Gardener over the years? As a result, people just ignored their friends and started asking us all the questions. She made me proud. Every once in awhile, just to save my own pride, I'd throw in an answer to something pretty obvious. Oh, that's Monarda, also known as Bee balm. (Believe me, I know people who can't identify a common robin.) So, this went very well until we came to this plant below. The landscaper told us it was campanula? Huh? The owner at this garden also said campanula? When I think campanula I think sweet bellflowers hanging their little heads, not a burst of fireworks flower. But I guess it could be a variety called Freya, just introduced last year. What do you think?