This ain’t my grandmother’s mobile home. But why COULDN’T it be?
Look at the romantic clematis armandii clinging, the corrugated metal adding a modern urban twist, the retro colors. Oh, and the foxglove – a cottage favorite. Leave it to Bainbridge Islanders to redeem this traditional American classic. I mean *some* of these Islanders’ can go a bit overboard like telling us that it’s a shame Milo’s hat doesn’t match his red white and blue romper. (I am only telling half of the story. It ended well with a foot in her mouth: mine). Which is why if I were to move to Bainbridge Island I want to live here in this trailer park. Just enough garden. Just enough house to clean. I think I might also be a kinder wife. I’d only be next door.
We stopped to chat with a few owners out tending their veggies growing inches away from the asphalt drive and soaking up the 4th of July summer sun. Both have lived in their trailers for a long while. Can’t remember the number but I think over 10 years. Both also took great pride in their gardens, one neighbor playfully adding that she took up trowel so that her neighbor across the street wouldn’t succeed in making her yard look bad. Gardens beget gardens. A little friendly competition never hurts.
I can see it now. A trailer park garden tour. Let’s manifest it. Why not? I think both my grandparents would be proud.
P.S. This post is dedicated to my besties Ben and Deb who make island life beautiful and enticing and who savored their very first home grown poached egg yesterday.