For several years now, I've been talking about getting a galvanized steel stock tank to use as a cowgirl bathtub outside. Last week I finally stopped talking and took action. I hopped into FloraBob, my little green truck, and we headed south to American Fence & Supply Company in League City, which had the style of stock tank I wanted: a 2 foot wide, 1 foot deep, 6 foot long tank with ribbed sides. AFS employees loaded it into the truck bed and away I went!
Since I was already so far south, I headed over to Bacliff to pick up some sculptures from nurseryman/artist Mark Fox (more on those in a future post). From there I headed over to Seabrook, home to Maas Nursery. On the way, there I was happily surprised to discover a place from my past: Casa Mare, a Girl Scout camp on Galveston Bay where my troop spent many happy hours. I doubt there's ever been another camp house like it and it was bittersweet to see conventional single story dorms standing in the spot where a grand mansion once reigned. Take a look at this photograph and then read this article by freelance writer Susan Perry Benson, and you'll understand my feelings.
I continued on to Maas Nursery and despite my promise to the Head Gardener that I wouldn't do any planting within 2 weeks of the Garden Bloggers' Fling in San Francisco, I left Maas with a summer phlox and an orange echinacea 'Cheyenne Spirit'. And because I was feeling more than little peckish, I drove on over to Galveston and picked up a shrimp po-boy at Shrimp N Stuff. I drove along the seawall, munching my sandwich and enjoying the view of the ocean. It was a great way to spend my day. As for the reason for the trip, I don't know why I didn't treat myself to a cowgirl swimming pool years ago! It makes gardening in the heat and humidity much more bearable!
*I've been listening to a lot of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young on Pandora lately ... apologies to Neil Young for messing with his lyrics.
To answer Carol's question, the HG is no cowgirl and she questions the seemliness of this installation. But when the heat is on ...