Red Hats



No red hair in Fertile like the woman's below, but we do have Red Hats.

Two years ago, the Fertile Red Hats came to the nursery to visit the gardens in August. I was supposed to speak to them, I believe, but two things happened: My unassembled house arrived on two flatbed semis, and a Greyhound bus full of gardeners from Fergus Falls left on the wrong road and ended up buried up to the axles in what is now my living room.

So, I didn't have time to speak to the Red Hats. In return, though, I said I would give them a tour of my house when it was finished.

They called last week to take me up on the offer, and they appeared today.