|Rob Proctor, alongside a small part of his and David Macke's extravaganza|
|Colorful even in the bleached light of afternoon|
|The grand border leading down to the folly...|
|Even the potager is perfect.|
I end with a glimpse of Rob's favorite cobalt pots and glinting annuals blinking in the blinding midday sun. They guestimate they have over 500 containers. Be grateful for my dreadful pictures: the reality would be excruciatingly more lovely (and painful to view)--and you'd just suffer like I have. Back to the drawing board, my friends!