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And just like that, this year's Fling is upon us - three very full days of renewing old friendships and creating new ones, seeing some gardens that challenge us and some that spark ideas we'll modify and plant in our own.  This is the tenth Fling and it's returned to where it started ... here in Austin.

Even though it's where I live, many of the gardens will be new to me.  There are others that are familiar favorites; but I'm looking forward to seeing my city through the eyes of a visitor.  Between the traffic and heat, it's far too easy to retreat to our air conditioned corners and lose out on what the city has to offer.  It'll be nice to leave the driving to our bus drivers and focus on catching up with our group.

We've had Flingers join us from Canada, Spain, the U.K., and most states of the U.S.  We've been to the D. C. area, Minneapolis, Toronto, Portland, San Francisco, Asheville, Seattle, Buffalo, Chicago, and of course, here in Austin.  Every year we learn about new people and "new to us" plants.  In case you haven't noticed, it IS equally about the gardens we'll see and the gardeners we'll meet.  It will be wonderful to focus on the things we share, not the differences that have tried to divide all of us this past year.

I promise to share highlights of my favorites.

If you've seen my blog before, you may notice a change.  In honor of my 10th "blogiversary", the format has changed - at least for now.  Please let me know if you like it better, or why you don't.  Either way, thanks to those of you who've encouraged me to stick with this.



Comments

Margaret said…
Can't wait, Vicki - and I'm looking forward to catching up!
Pam/Digging said…
It would be fun to hang out with all the wonderful gardeners and bloggers, but to see beautiful gardens too is heaven. Can't wait to share the weekend with you again, Vicki!

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