Now that I’m a gardener of roses I get to do glamorous things like accidentally break several branches while planting and then make the best of it by putting the blossoms in a pretty vase on my dining room table and feeling joy every time I look at them.
If you have to work on Mother’s Day Sunday, you might as well do it in the shade on the roof with a view of the lake ahead and a honeysuckle vine upwind.
So much has happened since my last post! I’ve started half a dozen drafts about the move to Seattle, settling-in last week, starting the new job, and the craziness of covid-19 – but it turns out that living those things has taken up all the time for writing about them. But I am here and […]
It would seem my sense of scale could use a little fine-tuning. When I saw this piece hanging at the art fair yesterday (in a cavernous former agricultural hall), I would have described it as medium-sized, perhaps even on the smaller side of medium. But now that it’s in the flat, that doesn’t seem quite […]
As impressive as the gardens and park at Blenheim were, the ones at Stowe (which Capability Brown did early in his career) blew me away. I loved the vastness of the views, which were designed to give the impression of going on forever without interruption (kind of like infinity pools today). And I loved how […]
The morning after the Chelsea Flower Show I drove out to Oxfordshire in search of some of the masterpieces of Lancelot “Capability” Brown, the 18th Century landscape designer who perfected the English “Landscape Style” and is considered by many to be the Shakespeare of gardening, so great has been his influence through the centuries. Before […]
Dang it. Apparently this is what happens when your 18th Century china taps the granite countertop in just the wrong way. I could be devastated and flagellate myself for not having wrapped it in bubble tape or hung it safely on the wall. But that would be no fun and besides I need something to […]