The planted trees, shrubs, mass plantings and big leaved perennials have reached a size where they are now an integral part of the garden during the time of vegetation. The paths are inviting and mostly easy to walk. Focal vignettes can be found throughout. Junk art plays with your sensibilities.
My garden is now magazine worthy.
The Almighty Falls are pushing my physical endurance. I come home knowing my body needs to rest, for the work to end. Sitting I fear will cause me to tighten into an unbreakable knot. So I stroll with the best upright posture I can muster. Stretching. The paths are a labyrinth to walk and wonder, to meditate and clear my head.
The Tall Flower Meadow is at shoulder height. It has become more finely edited over the years and weaves more among the planted than dominates the whole as it once did.
It is still imposing. I can imagine it rubbing on the primitive human brain of the savanna that sill lives within us.
The cold hardy Fargesia rufa clumping bamboo and Oakleaf Hydrangea that started as one gallon pots and rooted twigs are now eight feet tall. Contrasting texture in the green is a big component of the garden.
In this green Lush, my stated objective to have a garden blend in seamlessly with the wild is a reality. This is more so now than in the barren time when the Under Garden is more pronounced,
I walk and ponder. My plant geek self can get a little giddy. Plant diversity is very high. The unique dwell in my garden.
There is Fly Poison.
The Great Lawn is a place to rest and feel safe surrounded by wildness. In between passing traffic on the scenic byway, the forest is talking all around me while I listen in. Human sound is absent.
What have I done? Is this a master piece of New American garden art only in my own mind? I need to get some jaded opinions from outside sources.
It has amazed me for two days running.
An intermittent neighbor saw this and instantly thought it belonged with me and my garden. I have done something it seems.
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Looks like you have a little Stonehenge going there. Everything is amazing.
I love the idea of quiet. You have made your own paradise.
I thought your garden was amazing when I saw it five or six years ago, Christopher; I'm sure it's even more so now.
It's glorious, Christopher! You are an artist.
I wish you all could come experience it in person. Photos on the blog can only tell so much. Those days with the good late summer light after 7pm is such a great time in the garden.
It's wonderful and it feeds you, that is what matters!
It is Shangri La! Just knowing that your amazing lush sits atop the mountain is a peaceful feeling. In a world sometimes gone crazy, I know there is a place of serenity; just waiting in case I happen by that way. Please don't overdo on the waterfall, delegate a few hours at a time to it and take care of your self. The owners are going to love it when it is done, don't hurry.
Your garden is indeed magazine worthy and even book worthy when the process of it is added. It reminds me a bit of Federal Twist in NJ which I just toured, although the plantings are different. It needs to be more widely known as indeed I believe it is part of the New American style. Congratulations on a monumental work.
It feeds me body and soul Gail.
So far so good Deb. Step one is admitting, I can't move all them rocks by myself.
Lucky you Bev visiting Federal Twist. I'd like to see it someday. We certainly have the same garden design aesthetic. They are just very site specific. I can't say for certain, but I think my garden uses the indigenous plants to a much greater extent.
Yes Christopher you are right about the indigenous plants. It's just the overall aesthetic that is similar.
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