My mom was an amazing gardener, she could grow anything, and loved nothing better than to spend the days outside tending to her flowers, vegetables and fruit trees. All of us kids inherited bits and pieces of her skill, but my brother Jerry's daughter, Jill, inherited the whole caboodle, and then some. She is an artist in her garden with fabulous displays of color, texture, whimsey and an amazing sense of design, proportionality and composition.
As we moved along the Canal de Briare a week or so ago, we entered a lock around 11:00 a.m.; the locks all close for lunch between noon and 1:00 p.m., so we thought we would tie up for lunch somewhere in between locks, have a bite to eat and get to the next lock some time after 1:00 p.m. The lock keeper told us he didn't think we could make it through the next lock by noon, and I told him our plans. He suggested he call the next lock keeper and ask if we could wait in the lock over the lunch hour - not something we've ever been able to do before, but we jumped at that chance since it would mean we could be out of the lock as soon as lunch was over.
We cruised into the lock, and the lock keeper came riding up on his bike (he tends more than one lock), set the lock to fill ever so slowly, and went into his house for lunch. As we ascended, we were treated to a spectacular show of flowers, beautiful beds, hanging baskets, groomed shrubery. I immediately thought of Jill, and of course Mama. So these pictures are for them.
Oh, and the lock keeper came out to take pictures of our boat in the lock as well!
The pictures are in the Jalbum to the right, Ecluse 20.
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