“. . .I want you to live with the waterfall, not just to look at it, but for it to become an integral part of your lives." – Frank Lloyd Wright to E.J. Kaufmann 1935

We're in the midst of a great re-shuffling at the Chambers household. The youngest is taking up residence in Brooklyn, NY, the middle child is relocating back to Omaha, and the oldest is contemplating a move West.
While they do that, I'm trying to figure out why my tomatoes aren't thriving. Did I tell you about our espalier apple tree? It's trained to grow along a trellis. Ours has three levels of branches and when mature will produce three types of apples. This year the top level is producing some variety of tiny little apple. They look and taste just like apples. It's thriving.

Brooklyn doesn't have room for such greenery. I know because we drove out there to drop off the boy's furniture and saw it for ourselves. It's a long drive. Silly to do, really, but two of the first four packages sent to him disappeared. We were happy to make the drive, inspect the boy, experience his environment, and make the long drive back.
On the way back, we made the trip a little longer and stopped by one of architect Frank Lloyd Wright's masterpieces. The guide says it's not just a masterpiece, it is his best work.
Fallingwater in Pennsylvania.
It is much bigger than our humble abode out here, somewhere in the middle of America. Very impressive. Breathtaking, really. In the living room there is a 5 by 5 foot painting of the owner.
I want that.
I didn't see a garden, but it's a large, densely wooded property, and I was limping around on a bum knee. If there is a garden there, it's a good chance the tomatoes aren't ripening either.
I didn't check for apples.
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