While in Little Rock last weekend speaking at the Arkansas Literary Festival, I had the chance to experience a beautiful city I’d only passed through, not been to, previously. I also got to see a renowned gardener’s garden while in town: P. Allen Smith. Now he doesn’t actually LIVE in this house much, apparently. I leave my house for a week and all H*## breaks loose, yet P.Allen’s yard was in pretty good shape. (Do I have to use the “P” every time?) I was not invited to see the garden by the man himself despite my tweet I’d be in town, so my friend Ann and I strolled by his house to make sure he was okay since he didn’t answer back with his own tweet about how much he’d love to have me over for mint juleps on the verandah.
Ann’s home is two doors down from P. Allen (wonder what his mom calls him?) and reports to me periodically what’s going on in the historic Quapaw Quarter of Little Rock where they live. A garden tour is coming up in May, so many landscapes in the Quarter are getting spiffed up for the event, including Ann’s.
Still don’t know what the “P.” stands for, but wonder if it refers to the beautiful P-L-A-N-Ts? c: