A couple of years back my mother-in-law gave me the best present ever – a gift voucher from a bulb supplier. In this case, Marcus Harvey’s Hillview Rare Plants.
I’m sitting up in bed, re-dawn, french doors open to the following view. Its morning number four and I’m yet to get bored with it.
I planted as I built my stone wall, following good Gertrude Jekyll principles.
Well-planted pots can pack a punch totally disproportionate to the number and volume of plants involved.
So the joys are shrinking.
At least they’re shrinking in physical size, but curiously without any diminution of their joy-level.
Another video. This time one of the most game-changing gardens in Australia Check it out at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZT8AJQynsA8 or click here I’ll add a pic, just to entice you..
Is Ninfa, as is so often claimed, the most romantic garden in the world? Click here to hear my view One Thing – Ninfa Latest in my (visually slightly dodgy) video series on gardens of the world, and the one thing they do best. Why not join me later this year when I next visit
I’ve never found the space, or more correctly, the context, for small stuff in my garden.
I’d much prefer to be swallowed up in plants, than tiptoe over a carpet of them.
I’ve just added a new video to my YouTube channel. They’re going up at the terrific rate of one per seven months. Click here to check it out.
I can’t decide if it’s just a matter of association, but I love the look of bulbs. I’m not talking about the flowers (though I love those too), I’m talking about the bulbs themselves. I love the feel of them. The weight of them. The texture of them.
Just back again from the deliciously juicy, turgid gardens of Marlborough, NZ, and while I’ve been ranting about the joys and the unrealized potential of dry gardening for years, I still find that I can have the wind punched from my guts by gardens so hydrated – so pumped with H2O – that I feel like some desiccated, no-longer-functional part of my physiology or psychology is being revivified by osmosis alone.
It’s too easy, as a designer, to find yourself delivering design solutions within a certain habitual or predictable range. In fact, I can’t help but think that it’s inevitable. And it’s not necessarily a bad thing.