Last month, earnest conversation with Beloved about my garden topiaries for inside the house, made the poor man more confused at my reasoning, methods, plodding. Not that he wasn't already deeply confused by my winning trinity.
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Wickedly I decided to mention full-on my topiaries. Understand, at present, zero exist. Exactly the excitement of embarkation of a quest realm. Dear, dear Beloved, poor- unfortunate-soul, as one Disney (The Little Mermaid) movie sings. Been trodding this path before meeting him. Real path to me, a path he can't see, not real to him. Velveteen Rabbit hasn't had quite all his hair loved off .
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Topiaries delayed, moving from my house of 30 years, into our ca. 1900 house 2 years ago. No worries, soon soon will build my conservatory here. Perhaps 2. A small garden shed has a tin roof at front, and another at back. Built for tractors to park, instead, will source old windows, hire the carpenter, voila, a pair of conservatories. One will have modest heat. Obviously for the topiaries to overwinter, when they are off display from the house. Exactly how serious I am about 'my' topiaries.
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A pair of vintage florist stair-stepped wire shelves are already on the front porch, awaiting their spring/summer/fall use for many topiaries, quickly swapping inside/outside.
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Beloved considers this topiary quest merely another Don Quixote tilting at windmills. Stupid, doomed to failure, waste of time. No worries, I do have a great love, Laskett, on this path to topiaries, loving each moment of it. Good enough for me.
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Much laughter seeing Architectural Digest's new article about Tory Burch, below. Obviously her hair has all been loved off, her decorator's, Daniel Romualdez, too. Topiaries, front/center.
Pic, above, here.
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Once topiaries are in the house, in the conservatory, on the vintage florist wire shelves, I'm copying the pic, below. Our house has a graveled front parking court. Will source the blouse, below, at local thrift store, and wax-shine my ugly little service van, Tess. So ugly she's cute, type of ugly. More, Tess is fun while being useful.
Pic, above, here.
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Collateral to topiaries is Bunny Mellon's garden, below. When I saw this pic, had never seen another garden designed exactly like mine. Curiosity to discover the brain behind it led me to Bunny Mellon. And, her topiaries.
Pic, above, here.
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A portion of my basket collection, in my office, below.
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Baskets in my office, above/below.
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Bunny Mellon had a few baskets, below, too.
Pic, above, here.
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Entering my garden room, below.
My stone terrace, below, planted with myriad flowering plants, something for each season.
Bunny Mellon's stone terrace, below, planted with flowering 'weeds'.
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Bunny Mellon, below.
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Pic, above, here.
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Garden & Be Well, XO T
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Isn't your garden worth tilting at windmills?
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Laskett, below, in my office overlooking the stone flowering terrace.
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Pic, above, here.
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Cannot imagine life without tilting at windmills. Found my tribe while tilting at windmills. All their hair, loved off.
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Thursday, September 7, 2017
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Bunny Mellon: Garden & Gun
Topiaries & terra cotta. All sizes. 25 a good start.
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Enough to set about, and, trade out. Trade weekly, prevent spider mites. The off-exhibit, outside.
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Bunny Mellon, Garden & Gun, below.
Enough topiary & terra cotta to pass forward with Lunch Ministry.
In Vanity Fair, below, ca. August, 2010. Bunny Mellon hit my radar. Rare, the person intentionally gardening just-like-me. Oh my, yes. This, below, stopped me. A kindred spirit. Who exactly is Bunny Mellon? In the fullness of time, may she keep returning to your radar, as she does mine.
“Nothing should stand out. It all should give the feeling of calm. When you go away, you should remember only the peace.” Bunny Mellon, of her beloved, Oak Spring Farm.
Delightful YouTube about Bunny Mellon, here.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Thinking Like Nicky Haslam & Bunny Mellon
Garden writing. In the macro. During the 80's House & Garden, and Horticulture magazine, were electric. Editors knew who to hire for their garden articles, which gardens were acceptable, for both photography and words. More importantly they knew how to edit, aka, curate. Blessed was the era.
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I see clothing, food, health, interior design writing/photography and still find good hiring and curating. Getting their message, mission, conveyed.
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All the clothing/lifestyle ideas, below, point toward action, see/do. An informed attitude, curated. See it, get it, do it. No where do I see, below, details about how to wash the clothes, dry the clothes, perhaps iron, buff the shoes, apply the make-up, etc.
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You've taken my point. With garden writing, I take you for having intelligence, wit, and nuance.
Pic, above, here.
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Pic, above, here.
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Pic, above, is a garden writing pic. Yet, again, produced outside the garden writing venue, interior design. Many thanks to interior design writing/photography honoring the garden, as greatly as they do.
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Garden design begins inside your home, from the views looking out. No surprise the owner of this home, above, is also a famous gardener, Nicky Haslam, who is, in addition, a well known interior designer, bon vivant, singer, writer...
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Would be good to see a collage, similar to the top pic, next to the pic, above. More, and have it be a normal part of the processes of garden writing. Me? Yes, I want to be that garden writer, but for the filthy lucre, my plate is full, garden designing, contracting, speaking, writing. No worries, working on this idea, finally beyond the macro, into the micro.
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As I write about garden-writing and how it comes up short, so, too, Nicky Haslam, “Decoration has become a faintly pejorative word... There is almost no acknowledgment of the design world and its contribution to the economy by our government but there are endless accolades for fashion.”
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Several years ago, Georgia was in a dire drought, and the governor turned off the water for all outdoor garden use, all. Harm to the horticulture industry was extreme. Two leaders, from agriculture and horticulture, put together their facts/figures about their respective industries, with their combined value to the Georgia economy, in sales & jobs. They made an appointment with the governor, 48 hours later Georgia's water was turned back on, with restrictions, but water flowed.
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Perhaps you merely thought I was writing about the state of garden writing, isn't-that-quaint type of foolishness. Money is on the table. And, being lost.
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Big money, at least the governor thought so.
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Garden & Be Well, XOT
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Finally arrayed my interiors with evergreen topiaries. Delivered to the front porch last week. A box full of thriving plants & a box of books delivered to the doorstep are one of life's delights. Plant stands, antique ironstone saucers, trays, baskets, terra cotta pots, ironstone cache pots, sourced for years, waiting. Beyond the garden design conceit, for centuries, having plants on the windowsill, top pic, and elsewhere inside, Bunny Mellon, perfected interior topiary to its own art, almost the raison d'etre of her interior design. Remember, see it/get it/do it, from above ? Seeing Bunny's interiors, I knew to trust having evergreen topiaries.
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Pic, above, Fred Conrad, here.
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Adore the off hand, seemingly lower than subsidiary focal point, topiary, above, with Bunny.
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Meeting with a client yesterday, wildly fabulous appointment (we flagged her new drive/parking court/front walk), I mentioned to her what happened, bringing the topiaries into my interiors. No words for their impact, excepting one, spiritual. My client immediately said, "Of course they are, that's why flowers are brought to someone in the hospital." Reminded me of a friend's home, perhaps the best interior decorator I know, yet she's never done it professionally. Her interiors so incredible, the very air is designed more fabulous. Again, no good words for describing her work. And, she always has a live plant as part of her interior design.
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"I don’t really come by to pray,” Mellon once told the rector of an Episcopalian church in the Norman medieval style that she financed and helped design. “I come in to talk with God because he’s a dear, dear friend of mine." From, NYTimes Bunny Mellon obituary, here.
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Also, from her obituary, "...shockingly extravagant and studiously understated: Her aesthetic motto was “nothing should be noticed.” Recently a client texted me that quote. It had impacted her too. I had first read it in the obituary.
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With a long time client last week, delving into a new life layer with house/garden, we sat together vision questing. Almost the full tapestry of 'life' woven throughout. I had mentioned Bunny Mellon xyz. Whatever. Leaving the appointment, standing in her back hallway toward the door, she hands me a photo torn from a magazine years ago, something else she wants for her garden. It was a photo of Bunny Mellon's arbor allee of crabapple trees.
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Putting topiaries in my home did not provide the expected results. Instead, far greater has been gained than imagined.
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I see clothing, food, health, interior design writing/photography and still find good hiring and curating. Getting their message, mission, conveyed.
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All the clothing/lifestyle ideas, below, point toward action, see/do. An informed attitude, curated. See it, get it, do it. No where do I see, below, details about how to wash the clothes, dry the clothes, perhaps iron, buff the shoes, apply the make-up, etc.
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You've taken my point. With garden writing, I take you for having intelligence, wit, and nuance.
Pic, above, here.
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Pic, above, here.
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Pic, above, is a garden writing pic. Yet, again, produced outside the garden writing venue, interior design. Many thanks to interior design writing/photography honoring the garden, as greatly as they do.
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Garden design begins inside your home, from the views looking out. No surprise the owner of this home, above, is also a famous gardener, Nicky Haslam, who is, in addition, a well known interior designer, bon vivant, singer, writer...
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Would be good to see a collage, similar to the top pic, next to the pic, above. More, and have it be a normal part of the processes of garden writing. Me? Yes, I want to be that garden writer, but for the filthy lucre, my plate is full, garden designing, contracting, speaking, writing. No worries, working on this idea, finally beyond the macro, into the micro.
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As I write about garden-writing and how it comes up short, so, too, Nicky Haslam, “Decoration has become a faintly pejorative word... There is almost no acknowledgment of the design world and its contribution to the economy by our government but there are endless accolades for fashion.”
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Several years ago, Georgia was in a dire drought, and the governor turned off the water for all outdoor garden use, all. Harm to the horticulture industry was extreme. Two leaders, from agriculture and horticulture, put together their facts/figures about their respective industries, with their combined value to the Georgia economy, in sales & jobs. They made an appointment with the governor, 48 hours later Georgia's water was turned back on, with restrictions, but water flowed.
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Perhaps you merely thought I was writing about the state of garden writing, isn't-that-quaint type of foolishness. Money is on the table. And, being lost.
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Big money, at least the governor thought so.
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Garden & Be Well, XOT
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Finally arrayed my interiors with evergreen topiaries. Delivered to the front porch last week. A box full of thriving plants & a box of books delivered to the doorstep are one of life's delights. Plant stands, antique ironstone saucers, trays, baskets, terra cotta pots, ironstone cache pots, sourced for years, waiting. Beyond the garden design conceit, for centuries, having plants on the windowsill, top pic, and elsewhere inside, Bunny Mellon, perfected interior topiary to its own art, almost the raison d'etre of her interior design. Remember, see it/get it/do it, from above ? Seeing Bunny's interiors, I knew to trust having evergreen topiaries.
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Pic, above, Fred Conrad, here.
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Adore the off hand, seemingly lower than subsidiary focal point, topiary, above, with Bunny.
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Meeting with a client yesterday, wildly fabulous appointment (we flagged her new drive/parking court/front walk), I mentioned to her what happened, bringing the topiaries into my interiors. No words for their impact, excepting one, spiritual. My client immediately said, "Of course they are, that's why flowers are brought to someone in the hospital." Reminded me of a friend's home, perhaps the best interior decorator I know, yet she's never done it professionally. Her interiors so incredible, the very air is designed more fabulous. Again, no good words for describing her work. And, she always has a live plant as part of her interior design.
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"I don’t really come by to pray,” Mellon once told the rector of an Episcopalian church in the Norman medieval style that she financed and helped design. “I come in to talk with God because he’s a dear, dear friend of mine." From, NYTimes Bunny Mellon obituary, here.
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Also, from her obituary, "...shockingly extravagant and studiously understated: Her aesthetic motto was “nothing should be noticed.” Recently a client texted me that quote. It had impacted her too. I had first read it in the obituary.
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With a long time client last week, delving into a new life layer with house/garden, we sat together vision questing. Almost the full tapestry of 'life' woven throughout. I had mentioned Bunny Mellon xyz. Whatever. Leaving the appointment, standing in her back hallway toward the door, she hands me a photo torn from a magazine years ago, something else she wants for her garden. It was a photo of Bunny Mellon's arbor allee of crabapple trees.
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Putting topiaries in my home did not provide the expected results. Instead, far greater has been gained than imagined.
Thursday, May 3, 2018
Hubert de Givenchy & Bunny Mellon: Garden Design Titans
Grandeur of place, below? Yes, in the mundane ubiquitous manner of magazine writings. All nice, especially the teaching/learning of color, scale, flow, function, contrasts, axis, light & etc. Extrapolated by you, from magazine writing focused upon material goods and their rarity/quality/cost, not spirit of the life lived in this home.
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Grandeur of place, below? Yes, in a life of joy and stewardship, anticipatory, participatory, simplicity. Accoutrements describing a pace of life lived, below, no words needed. Garden beyond brought inside, Vanishing Threshold.
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Heart of a gardener, in that basket, below.
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Knowing there is time, soon, to go into the garden, with everything needed. Perhaps the basket was set the night before, or early in the morning. Items set in the basket across moments of time, and thought, wanting to be sure nothing is forgotten. Is the basket set and ready to go? Is the basket set after coming in from the garden? Don't know, and adore the not knowing.
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Perhaps that basket a gift from a dear friend, Bunny Mellon?
Pic, above, here.
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Finally noticing the garden beyond the doors, above, so much delight in the basket, a kindred spirit.
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Had seen a similar garden, above, and saved it, also deposited to Garden Design of the Ages brain file.
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Garden Design of the Ages, below.
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Without searching for the creator/owner of the garden, below, I had found it without intention, above.
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Hubert de Givenchy, home/garden, above/below.
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Pic, above, here.
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Pic, above, here.
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Door to the garden, from Bunny Mellon's home. Birds of a feather.
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From the Sotheby's magazine, A World of Her Own, by Sarah Medford,
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" Nearly 50 years ago, when couturier Hubert de Givenchy was at the height of his career, he set about improving the gardens at Le Manoir du Jonchet, his estate just outside Paris. A keen gardener, he nonetheless sought help from his close friend Mrs Paul Mellon, who understood the transformation that would be necessary to bring the landscape, which had been laid out in the Louis XIV style, into keeping with the Renaissance-era manor house. “Bunny helped me with plant choices, placement and juxtaposition,” Givenchy recalls. But in a move that took his breath away, she also helped him with the larger precepts of suitability and scale. “She had a model tree made of wood that she would fix big and little arms onto,” he says, noting that they would move the replica around the grounds as they worked. “She wanted to see how each silhouette would fit in. The end result always appeared to be simple.” He pauses for a moment. “She went for perfection.”
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Garden & Be Well, XO T
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How do I know so much about the basket at the front door, top pic ? Exactly how I garden. A basket is set, filled over several hours, finally, life at its richest, out the door with my basket, into the garden, cats following. Eternity here, begins.
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Grandeur of place, below? Yes, in a life of joy and stewardship, anticipatory, participatory, simplicity. Accoutrements describing a pace of life lived, below, no words needed. Garden beyond brought inside, Vanishing Threshold.
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Heart of a gardener, in that basket, below.
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Knowing there is time, soon, to go into the garden, with everything needed. Perhaps the basket was set the night before, or early in the morning. Items set in the basket across moments of time, and thought, wanting to be sure nothing is forgotten. Is the basket set and ready to go? Is the basket set after coming in from the garden? Don't know, and adore the not knowing.
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Perhaps that basket a gift from a dear friend, Bunny Mellon?
Pic, above, here.
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Finally noticing the garden beyond the doors, above, so much delight in the basket, a kindred spirit.
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Had seen a similar garden, above, and saved it, also deposited to Garden Design of the Ages brain file.
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Garden Design of the Ages, below.
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Without searching for the creator/owner of the garden, below, I had found it without intention, above.
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Hubert de Givenchy, home/garden, above/below.
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Pic, above, here.
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Pic, above, here.
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Door to the garden, from Bunny Mellon's home. Birds of a feather.
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From the Sotheby's magazine, A World of Her Own, by Sarah Medford,
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" Nearly 50 years ago, when couturier Hubert de Givenchy was at the height of his career, he set about improving the gardens at Le Manoir du Jonchet, his estate just outside Paris. A keen gardener, he nonetheless sought help from his close friend Mrs Paul Mellon, who understood the transformation that would be necessary to bring the landscape, which had been laid out in the Louis XIV style, into keeping with the Renaissance-era manor house. “Bunny helped me with plant choices, placement and juxtaposition,” Givenchy recalls. But in a move that took his breath away, she also helped him with the larger precepts of suitability and scale. “She had a model tree made of wood that she would fix big and little arms onto,” he says, noting that they would move the replica around the grounds as they worked. “She wanted to see how each silhouette would fit in. The end result always appeared to be simple.” He pauses for a moment. “She went for perfection.”
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Garden & Be Well, XO T
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How do I know so much about the basket at the front door, top pic ? Exactly how I garden. A basket is set, filled over several hours, finally, life at its richest, out the door with my basket, into the garden, cats following. Eternity here, begins.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Bunny Mellon Rustic or How to be Happy
Leaving to eat dinner at my office/guest cottage yesterday, my garden, below, stopped the car & pulled me out.
Bunny Mellon would approve of my rustic garden. More, she knew the 'high' it gives. Asleep in bed, my garden Vulcan mind melds.
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In this working class neighborhood of tightly arranged homes my garden is infinite. How? It owns the sky, and when the birds land in neighbor's yards they are still my birds.
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This little patch, above, makes me incredibly happy. Perhaps the best mission statement ever, Make me happy.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Pic taken yesterday, before dinner. More about Bunny Mellon, Guardian. More about Bunny Mellon, Habitually Chic. See my neighbor's houses, above? Merely a slice of what my garden does for me.
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If you want a beautiful garden & home filling you with joy, and causes you to tap the brake pedal, as you look in the rear view mirror heading out, become my client, local or on-line.
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Award winning speaker, hire me to speak to your group, local or out-of-state.
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Garden books by Tara Dillard, Amazon
Monday, February 5, 2018
Why Have a Garden or Plants Inside
How to write about putting a Garden Design together? Seriously, how? After several attempts, writing for my first book's publisher, beyond horrid, I knew what to do. Write about Garden Design in the same manner of every class I've ever taught in the Horticulture program at the local college, and Atlanta Botanical Garden. Decades experience with those.
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In addition, this has never been mentioned outside my innermost tribe, choose what biblical scholars have chosen since the bible was written, obsess over a single word. In a secular manner, of course.
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At the front end I knew Garden Design, in your personal realm, held a huge gift to wield, selfishness. That front end lasted almost 2 decades. Epiphany arrived. Selfishness, was the wrong word. Correct word? Grace. Amusing.
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Personally, another word, for my own garden and gardening, presented, atonement. Not religious, more literal, at-one-with.
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Studying historic landscapes across Europe for decades, many were estates with acreage. Plenty of scope-for-the-imagination transposing their Garden Designs to subdivisions in USA. Ironically, all, began as farms.
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Time passed, partaking historic world Garden Design for suburban USA, a layer, without awareness, learned. Combining agriculture with ornamental horticulture. This epiphany made me laugh out loud. USA colleges, in their wisdom, separate the agriculture school from the ornamental horticulture school, Providence never has, never will. Does this really matter? Think, dead bees. Won't go beyond this at the moment, quite its own rabbit hole, and we're already in a different rabbit hole.
Pic, above, here.
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Scrolling thru pinterest yesterday, came across, above. First thought, that's MY garden. Designed, exact garden for myself decades ago, in the backyard of my 30 year home. (Posted in earlier posts.) Learned this style, Tara Turf Stone Terrace, while in Europe. Fell, hard, pure putty. This style Garden Design, above, not understood, in the macro, in USA.
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Southern Living magazine came to shoot that garden twice thru the years. A day before they arrived, the second time, wasband, decided to help. When I discovered his 'help' I let out a cry, nothing emerged but spit. Tried again for voice, none, pure spit. Knew to walk inside the house I was so mortified, not comprehending. If he had tried to sabotage me, a life's work, he could not have chosen a better method.
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My garden, same as above, was entirely pruned of its rustic backdrop hedge. Gone, poof, over a decade of growing it to Garden Design perfection. Guess what replaced that rustic backdrop hedge? The side of my neighbor's home, mere feet away. Spit? Miracle I didn't stoke. Wasband thought the RUSTIC HEDGE was garbage and I was lazy for letting it appear? Part of a master plan I awaited years for.
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There is patience, impatience, and, tarapatience which can go either way.
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Will move along, getting irritated just writing this terrible story.
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A few years ago, pinterest again, found this garden, below. Stopped me flat. Who did this? Never, anywhere, country/continent, seen this Garden Design, below, excepting one place, my own garden. I must meet this person, kindred spirit.
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Vanity Fair shot this pic, it was within an article about Bunny Mellon, here. Had never heard of her. Looked up everything I could after seeing her garden. Zero disappointment, instead, learning and epiphanies.
Pic, above, here.
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Both gardens, above, have the same layer of Garden Design. Crazy rare in USA. Do you intuit this layer, know what it is? Hint, it's the missing link between Agriculture and Ornamental Horticulture.
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More, it's the original Sustainable. Further, it's the original Organic. In addition, it's the original Eco. Have I missed any words of horticultural commerce since 1960, aka filthy lucre?
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Head's up, Providence has no ornamental horticulture. It's all Agriculture. Remember my choice to obsess over single words? Notice the capital letters. Sure, learned a lot across Europe in historic gardens for decades. Epiphanies from that learning arrived across decades working in my own garden. Working? Never worked a day in my garden. Pure washing-of-the-servants-feet.
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What is this layer of Garden Design, pics above? Pollinator habitat.
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Gardening this way requires zero irrigation, fertilizers, insecticides, fungicides. Big Whoop, as one of my dearest WWII veterans liked to say. Best Big Whoop ever, gardening this way increases agricultural crop yields by 80%. Do the math. Now do a bit of Johnny Cash, Meditate on it.
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After decades of Gardening, realized, to me, crazy-who-cares-whatever, but I still think it, the bible is the word of G*d written by man. Nature is the word of G*d written by G*d. Zero will to push this thinking upon you. If G*d not your 'deal' fine, Nature is a pure science, as is Garden Design. Garden Design is no will-o'-the-wisp.
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From other realms, finding more words, better, describing thoughts transformed into literal experience.
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"Our culture doesn’t think storytelling is sacred; we don’t set aside a time of year for it. We don’t hold anything sacred except what organized religion declares to be so. Artists pursue a sacred call, although some would buck and rear at having their work labeled like this. Artists are lucky to have a form in which to express themselves; there is a sacredness about that, and a terrific sense of responsibility. We’ve got to do it right. Why do we have to do it right? Because that’s the whole point: either it’s right or it’s all wrong." Ursula Le Guin
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"History is one way of telling stories, just like myth, fiction, or oral storytelling. But over the last hundred years, history has preempted the other forms of storytelling because of its claim to absolute, objective truth. Trying to be scientists, historians stood outside of history and told the story of how it was. All that has changed radically over the last twenty years. Historians now laugh at the pretense of objective truth. They agree that every age has its own history, and if there is any objective truth, we can’t reach it with words. History is not a science, it’s an art." Ursula Le Guin
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Several years after discovering Bunny Mellon's gardening, I came to understand her topiaries. Topiaries sprinkled throughout her interiors, and gardens. She copied the idea of topiaries, and their shapes, from ancient Romans. Made it her own. More, shared with all. With an eye to 'see'.
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"Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day- like writing a poem or saying a prayer." Anne Morrow-Lindbergh
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A garden view you've created, from inside your home, is the same, to me, as Anne Morrow-Lindbergh discovered arranging a bowl of flowers. Inherently the same, I think, Bunny Mellon thought of her topiaries, and garden.
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"One of the functions of art is to give people the words to know their own experience. There are always areas of vast silence in any culture, and part of an artist’s job is to go into those areas and come back from the silence with something to say. It’s one reason why we read poetry, because poets can give us the words we need. When we read good poetry, we often say, ‘Yeah, that’s it. That’s how I feel." Ursula Leguin
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Had an aunt that liked to say, often, Life cannot be lived without art. Loved her, thought her eccentric, time passed, I know she is wise.
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"Storytelling is a tool for knowing who we are and what we want, too. If we never find our experience described in poetry or stories, we assume that our experience is insignificant." Ursula Le Guin
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Oddly, have discovered the opposite, about 'insignificant'. Not in a good way......We assume that our experience is significant if we don't see/read about it elsewhere. For Garden Design, proof is rampant throughout continents & centuries & cultures, ugly landscapes, landscapes that don't perform, landscapes that kill bees & poison ground water etc.
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Terminally Unique, phrase I learned in a group Lois formed for friends/family of alcoholics. Until going into that Lois group I was Terminally Unique. Blessedly, 1st meeting, got the memo. Not Terminally Unique, merely collateral damage to the alcoholic in my life. Significant, insignificant, words matter. Once realization hit, bigly, about being collateral damage, it changed my life. Anger & expectations left the room. Once you lose being Terminally Unique, you realize it's been a wild ride having your fur rubbed off, maybe losing an eye, part of a foot, poof, Velveteen Rabbit, you've been loved into being real.
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Nothing in Garden Design is original. Nothing. Over 11,000 years of Garden Design history, and literature, it's been done before. More, why not choose to work with the greats? I do. Copy, it's the first rule of Garden Design.
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Humorous reading yesterday morning. Sunday early, cold, sitting by the fire, reading for pleasure, only the cats for company, sun awakening thru 2 walls of windows. Discovering, more proof of not being original. Me. Not original. Deeply pleasing, sublime. Pure at-one-with-atonement.
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"We ought to remember that religion uses language in quite a different way from science. The language of religion is more closely related to the language of poetry than to the language of science. True, we are inclined to think that science deals with information about objective facts, and poetry with subjective feelings. Hence we conclude that if religion does indeed deal with objective truths, it ought to adopt the same criteria of truth as science. But I myself find the division of the world into an objective and a subjective side much too arbitrary. The fact that religions through the ages have spoken in images, parables, and paradoxes means simply that there are no other ways of grasping the reality to which they refer. But that does not mean that it is not a genuine reality. And splitting this reality into an objective and a subjective side won’t get us very far." Neils Bohr
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"That is why I consider those developments in physics during the last decades which have shown how problematical such concepts as “objective” and “subjective” are, a great liberation of thought. The whole thing started with the theory of relativity. In the past, the statement that two events are simultaneous was considered an objective assertion, one that could be communicated quite simply and that was open to verification by any observer. Today we know that “simultaneity” contains a subjective element, inasmuch as two events that appear simultaneous to an observer at rest are not necessarily simultaneous to an observer in motion. However, the relativistic description is also objective inasmuch as every observer can deduce by calculation what the other observer will perceive or has perceived. For all that, we have come a long way from the classical ideal of objective descriptions." Neils Bohr
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Humbling to have experienced the conversations, above, practicing the art of Garden Design, garden writing, and gardening. Finally, to the point, the experience of a Garden, gardening, or topiaries inside, is a conversation. Whether you think so or not. Don't have the garden you want? Take your conversation, between you/your garden to a new level, 2nd order thinking to be exact.
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In addition, this has never been mentioned outside my innermost tribe, choose what biblical scholars have chosen since the bible was written, obsess over a single word. In a secular manner, of course.
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At the front end I knew Garden Design, in your personal realm, held a huge gift to wield, selfishness. That front end lasted almost 2 decades. Epiphany arrived. Selfishness, was the wrong word. Correct word? Grace. Amusing.
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Personally, another word, for my own garden and gardening, presented, atonement. Not religious, more literal, at-one-with.
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Studying historic landscapes across Europe for decades, many were estates with acreage. Plenty of scope-for-the-imagination transposing their Garden Designs to subdivisions in USA. Ironically, all, began as farms.
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Time passed, partaking historic world Garden Design for suburban USA, a layer, without awareness, learned. Combining agriculture with ornamental horticulture. This epiphany made me laugh out loud. USA colleges, in their wisdom, separate the agriculture school from the ornamental horticulture school, Providence never has, never will. Does this really matter? Think, dead bees. Won't go beyond this at the moment, quite its own rabbit hole, and we're already in a different rabbit hole.
Pic, above, here.
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Scrolling thru pinterest yesterday, came across, above. First thought, that's MY garden. Designed, exact garden for myself decades ago, in the backyard of my 30 year home. (Posted in earlier posts.) Learned this style, Tara Turf Stone Terrace, while in Europe. Fell, hard, pure putty. This style Garden Design, above, not understood, in the macro, in USA.
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Southern Living magazine came to shoot that garden twice thru the years. A day before they arrived, the second time, wasband, decided to help. When I discovered his 'help' I let out a cry, nothing emerged but spit. Tried again for voice, none, pure spit. Knew to walk inside the house I was so mortified, not comprehending. If he had tried to sabotage me, a life's work, he could not have chosen a better method.
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My garden, same as above, was entirely pruned of its rustic backdrop hedge. Gone, poof, over a decade of growing it to Garden Design perfection. Guess what replaced that rustic backdrop hedge? The side of my neighbor's home, mere feet away. Spit? Miracle I didn't stoke. Wasband thought the RUSTIC HEDGE was garbage and I was lazy for letting it appear? Part of a master plan I awaited years for.
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There is patience, impatience, and, tarapatience which can go either way.
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Will move along, getting irritated just writing this terrible story.
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A few years ago, pinterest again, found this garden, below. Stopped me flat. Who did this? Never, anywhere, country/continent, seen this Garden Design, below, excepting one place, my own garden. I must meet this person, kindred spirit.
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Vanity Fair shot this pic, it was within an article about Bunny Mellon, here. Had never heard of her. Looked up everything I could after seeing her garden. Zero disappointment, instead, learning and epiphanies.
Pic, above, here.
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Both gardens, above, have the same layer of Garden Design. Crazy rare in USA. Do you intuit this layer, know what it is? Hint, it's the missing link between Agriculture and Ornamental Horticulture.
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More, it's the original Sustainable. Further, it's the original Organic. In addition, it's the original Eco. Have I missed any words of horticultural commerce since 1960, aka filthy lucre?
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Head's up, Providence has no ornamental horticulture. It's all Agriculture. Remember my choice to obsess over single words? Notice the capital letters. Sure, learned a lot across Europe in historic gardens for decades. Epiphanies from that learning arrived across decades working in my own garden. Working? Never worked a day in my garden. Pure washing-of-the-servants-feet.
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What is this layer of Garden Design, pics above? Pollinator habitat.
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Gardening this way requires zero irrigation, fertilizers, insecticides, fungicides. Big Whoop, as one of my dearest WWII veterans liked to say. Best Big Whoop ever, gardening this way increases agricultural crop yields by 80%. Do the math. Now do a bit of Johnny Cash, Meditate on it.
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After decades of Gardening, realized, to me, crazy-who-cares-whatever, but I still think it, the bible is the word of G*d written by man. Nature is the word of G*d written by G*d. Zero will to push this thinking upon you. If G*d not your 'deal' fine, Nature is a pure science, as is Garden Design. Garden Design is no will-o'-the-wisp.
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From other realms, finding more words, better, describing thoughts transformed into literal experience.
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"Our culture doesn’t think storytelling is sacred; we don’t set aside a time of year for it. We don’t hold anything sacred except what organized religion declares to be so. Artists pursue a sacred call, although some would buck and rear at having their work labeled like this. Artists are lucky to have a form in which to express themselves; there is a sacredness about that, and a terrific sense of responsibility. We’ve got to do it right. Why do we have to do it right? Because that’s the whole point: either it’s right or it’s all wrong." Ursula Le Guin
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"History is one way of telling stories, just like myth, fiction, or oral storytelling. But over the last hundred years, history has preempted the other forms of storytelling because of its claim to absolute, objective truth. Trying to be scientists, historians stood outside of history and told the story of how it was. All that has changed radically over the last twenty years. Historians now laugh at the pretense of objective truth. They agree that every age has its own history, and if there is any objective truth, we can’t reach it with words. History is not a science, it’s an art." Ursula Le Guin
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Several years after discovering Bunny Mellon's gardening, I came to understand her topiaries. Topiaries sprinkled throughout her interiors, and gardens. She copied the idea of topiaries, and their shapes, from ancient Romans. Made it her own. More, shared with all. With an eye to 'see'.
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"Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day- like writing a poem or saying a prayer." Anne Morrow-Lindbergh
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A garden view you've created, from inside your home, is the same, to me, as Anne Morrow-Lindbergh discovered arranging a bowl of flowers. Inherently the same, I think, Bunny Mellon thought of her topiaries, and garden.
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"One of the functions of art is to give people the words to know their own experience. There are always areas of vast silence in any culture, and part of an artist’s job is to go into those areas and come back from the silence with something to say. It’s one reason why we read poetry, because poets can give us the words we need. When we read good poetry, we often say, ‘Yeah, that’s it. That’s how I feel." Ursula Leguin
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Had an aunt that liked to say, often, Life cannot be lived without art. Loved her, thought her eccentric, time passed, I know she is wise.
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"Storytelling is a tool for knowing who we are and what we want, too. If we never find our experience described in poetry or stories, we assume that our experience is insignificant." Ursula Le Guin
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Oddly, have discovered the opposite, about 'insignificant'. Not in a good way......We assume that our experience is significant if we don't see/read about it elsewhere. For Garden Design, proof is rampant throughout continents & centuries & cultures, ugly landscapes, landscapes that don't perform, landscapes that kill bees & poison ground water etc.
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Terminally Unique, phrase I learned in a group Lois formed for friends/family of alcoholics. Until going into that Lois group I was Terminally Unique. Blessedly, 1st meeting, got the memo. Not Terminally Unique, merely collateral damage to the alcoholic in my life. Significant, insignificant, words matter. Once realization hit, bigly, about being collateral damage, it changed my life. Anger & expectations left the room. Once you lose being Terminally Unique, you realize it's been a wild ride having your fur rubbed off, maybe losing an eye, part of a foot, poof, Velveteen Rabbit, you've been loved into being real.
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Nothing in Garden Design is original. Nothing. Over 11,000 years of Garden Design history, and literature, it's been done before. More, why not choose to work with the greats? I do. Copy, it's the first rule of Garden Design.
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Humorous reading yesterday morning. Sunday early, cold, sitting by the fire, reading for pleasure, only the cats for company, sun awakening thru 2 walls of windows. Discovering, more proof of not being original. Me. Not original. Deeply pleasing, sublime. Pure at-one-with-atonement.
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"We ought to remember that religion uses language in quite a different way from science. The language of religion is more closely related to the language of poetry than to the language of science. True, we are inclined to think that science deals with information about objective facts, and poetry with subjective feelings. Hence we conclude that if religion does indeed deal with objective truths, it ought to adopt the same criteria of truth as science. But I myself find the division of the world into an objective and a subjective side much too arbitrary. The fact that religions through the ages have spoken in images, parables, and paradoxes means simply that there are no other ways of grasping the reality to which they refer. But that does not mean that it is not a genuine reality. And splitting this reality into an objective and a subjective side won’t get us very far." Neils Bohr
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"That is why I consider those developments in physics during the last decades which have shown how problematical such concepts as “objective” and “subjective” are, a great liberation of thought. The whole thing started with the theory of relativity. In the past, the statement that two events are simultaneous was considered an objective assertion, one that could be communicated quite simply and that was open to verification by any observer. Today we know that “simultaneity” contains a subjective element, inasmuch as two events that appear simultaneous to an observer at rest are not necessarily simultaneous to an observer in motion. However, the relativistic description is also objective inasmuch as every observer can deduce by calculation what the other observer will perceive or has perceived. For all that, we have come a long way from the classical ideal of objective descriptions." Neils Bohr
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" In quantum mechanics the departure from this ideal has been even more radical. We can still use the objectifying language of classical physics to make statements about observable facts. For instance, we can say that a photographic plate has been blackened, or that cloud droplets have formed. But we can say nothing about the atoms themselves. And what predictions we base on such findings depend on the way we pose our experimental question, and here the observer has freedom of choice. Naturally, it still makes no difference whether the observer is a man, an animal, or a piece of apparatus, but it is no longer possible to make predictions without reference to the observer or the means of observation. To that extent, every physical process may be said to have objective and subjective features. The objective world of nineteenth-century science was, as we know today, an ideal, limiting case, but not the whole reality. Admittedly, even in our future encounters with reality we shall have to distinguish between the objective and the subjective side, to make a division between the two. But the location of the separation may depend on the way things are looked at; to a certain extent it can be chosen at will." Neils Bohr
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Maria Popova, quoting Ursula Le Guin, moves on to Neils Bohr, in her Brain Pickings yesterday, adding, "This, Bohr notes, is why the language of objectivity doesn’t belong in religious rhetoric — religion and its pluralities are best understood, and best applied to human life as an instrument of moral enrichment rather than one of dogmatic constriction, through the lens of complementarity:"
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"The fact that different religions try to express this content in quite distinct spiritual forms is no real objection. Perhaps we ought to look upon these different forms as complementary descriptions which, though they exclude one another, are needed to convey the rich possibilities flowing from man’s relationship with the central order." Neils Bohr
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Maria Popova goes on to write, " Bohr considers whether or not the tenets of religion can similarly offer useful abstractions, even though they are not to be taken as objective truth:
.In mathematics we can take our inner distance from the content of our statements. In the final analysis mathematics is a mental game that we can play or not play as we choose. Religion, on the other hand, deals with ourselves, with our life and death; its promises are meant to govern our actions and thus, at least indirectly, our very existence. We cannot just look at them impassively from the outside. Moreover, our attitude to religious questions cannot be separated from our attitude to society. Even if religion arose as the spiritual structure of a particular human society, it is arguable whether it has remained the strongest social molding force through history, or whether society, once formed, develops new spiritual structures and adapts them to its particular level of knowledge. Nowadays, the individual seems to be able to choose the spiritual framework of his thoughts and actions quite freely, and this freedom reflects the fact that the boundaries between the various cultures and societies are beginning to become more fluid. But even when an individual tries to attain the greatest possible degree of independence, he will still be swayed by the existing spiritual structures — consciously or unconsciously. For he, too, must be able to speak of life and death and the human condition to other members of the society in which he’s chosen to live; he must educate his children according to the norms of that society, fit into its life. Epistemological sophistries cannot possibly help him attain these ends. Here, too, the relationship between critical thought about the spiritual content of a given religion and action based on the deliberate acceptance of that content is complementary. And such acceptance, if consciously arrived at, fills the individual with strength of purpose, helps him to overcome doubts and, if he has to suffer, provides him with the kind of solace that only a sense of being sheltered under an all-embracing roof can grant. In that sense, religion helps to make social life more harmonious; its most important task is to remind us, in the language of pictures and parables, of the wider framework within which our life is set." Neils Bohr
Humbling to have experienced the conversations, above, practicing the art of Garden Design, garden writing, and gardening. Finally, to the point, the experience of a Garden, gardening, or topiaries inside, is a conversation. Whether you think so or not. Don't have the garden you want? Take your conversation, between you/your garden to a new level, 2nd order thinking to be exact.
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From Shane Parrish at Farnum Street,
“Second-Order Thinking
In his exceptional book, The Most Important Thing, Howard Marks hits on the concept of second-order thinking, which he calls second-level thinking.
First-level thinking is simplistic and superficial, and just about everyone can do it (a bad sign for anything involving an attempt at superiority). All the first-level thinker needs is an opinion about the future, as in “The outlook for the company is favorable, meaning the stock will go up.” Second-level thinking is deep, complex and convoluted.
Second-order thinkers take into account a lot of what we put into our decision journals. Things like, What is the range of possible outcomes? What’s the probability I’m right? What’s the follow-on? How could I be wrong?
The real difference for me is that first-order thinkers are the people that look for things that are simple, easy, and defendable. Second-order thinkers push harder and don't accept the first conclusion.” Here, Second-Order Thinking: What Smart People Use to Outperform
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All I wanted was a pretty garden. What a ride. Bull is still bucking. Hanging on, loving it.
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Karl Jung, "Our lives are about getting the inside to match the outside."
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Garden & Be Well, XO T
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Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Vanishing Threshold: Bunny Mellon
From the garden, below, a view of the terrace. Exactly the photographic style of the 80's. Each piece, every layer, in alignment to the Narrative. This story a trinity between owner, beauty, happiness.
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Vanishing Threshold, inside/outside have no boundary.
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How do I know this? Before her, below, and a tiny contingent of other 'hers', I was writing the same story at my home/garden.
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Seeing this pic, below, the 1st time, I knew who it belonged to. Linking backwards, discovering I was not wrong, Bunny Mellon. Originating in the pages of Architectural Digest, its caption, "Antigua Residence: A terrace features an Henri Rousseau landscape."
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A great laugh, the painting. My 1st urge, wanting to call my client/friend/mentor Mary Kistner, we needed one of our trademark meandering lunches for me to divulge this rich tidbit. Mary was creating her Vanishing Threshold trinity decades before I was born. This, merely another delight we will share once we are in the same place again. Mary died over a decade ago.
Pic, above, here.
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Oil paintings I've put on terraces & porches, for decades, for myself/clients have all been from thrift/junk shops.
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Of course Bunny put a Rousseau painting on her terrace.
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Garden & Be Well, XO T
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Mary Kistner was a collage artist in the style of Kurt Schwitters, she installed art shows for other artists at several museums across USA, her memorial service was in a museum, standing room only. Perhaps you can see those layers in the pic, above. A few weeks after Mary died I received a call from her estate attorney, Mary left me something & an appointment needed to be made for pick-up.
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In my office, just above my laptop, is her bequest, an already framed piece of her collage art. Titled, "Feuillage IX", MKistner 2000. Receiving her bequest, and a few times since, has brought happy & grieving tears. Mary had, I know, a wicked glint in her eyes & trademark smile, putting "Feuillage IX" into her will to me. At one of our lunches, it had to be in fall, I shared with her my epiphany about falling leaves, while I was driving along Hugh Howell Road in Tucker, GA. Decades of seeing falling leaves, I finally got the biblical narrative. Trees drop their leaves, and are fed by them, every year of their life.
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More, trees drop their leaves ahead of the brutal season, winter. Vigorously showing off their lacy branching beauty against the sky, richly taking in strength from what they let go of. The bible, inspired word of G*d written by man. Nature, inspired writing of G*d.
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Vanishing Threshold, inside/outside have no boundary.
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How do I know this? Before her, below, and a tiny contingent of other 'hers', I was writing the same story at my home/garden.
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Seeing this pic, below, the 1st time, I knew who it belonged to. Linking backwards, discovering I was not wrong, Bunny Mellon. Originating in the pages of Architectural Digest, its caption, "Antigua Residence: A terrace features an Henri Rousseau landscape."
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A great laugh, the painting. My 1st urge, wanting to call my client/friend/mentor Mary Kistner, we needed one of our trademark meandering lunches for me to divulge this rich tidbit. Mary was creating her Vanishing Threshold trinity decades before I was born. This, merely another delight we will share once we are in the same place again. Mary died over a decade ago.
Pic, above, here.
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Oil paintings I've put on terraces & porches, for decades, for myself/clients have all been from thrift/junk shops.
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Of course Bunny put a Rousseau painting on her terrace.
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Garden & Be Well, XO T
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Mary Kistner was a collage artist in the style of Kurt Schwitters, she installed art shows for other artists at several museums across USA, her memorial service was in a museum, standing room only. Perhaps you can see those layers in the pic, above. A few weeks after Mary died I received a call from her estate attorney, Mary left me something & an appointment needed to be made for pick-up.
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In my office, just above my laptop, is her bequest, an already framed piece of her collage art. Titled, "Feuillage IX", MKistner 2000. Receiving her bequest, and a few times since, has brought happy & grieving tears. Mary had, I know, a wicked glint in her eyes & trademark smile, putting "Feuillage IX" into her will to me. At one of our lunches, it had to be in fall, I shared with her my epiphany about falling leaves, while I was driving along Hugh Howell Road in Tucker, GA. Decades of seeing falling leaves, I finally got the biblical narrative. Trees drop their leaves, and are fed by them, every year of their life.
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More, trees drop their leaves ahead of the brutal season, winter. Vigorously showing off their lacy branching beauty against the sky, richly taking in strength from what they let go of. The bible, inspired word of G*d written by man. Nature, inspired writing of G*d.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Bunny Mellon Style
A garden, below, needing tending or a garden tended to perfection?
Is this garden, below, your idea of heaven or a mess? (Have this garden, below, in any post 1985 deed restricted subdivision & you'll get 'nastygrams' from the HOA demanding it be 'weeded'.)
A fairy tale, below, or needs pruning?
Bunny Mellon likes it SCRUFFY !!
Is this garden, below, your idea of heaven or a mess? (Have this garden, below, in any post 1985 deed restricted subdivision & you'll get 'nastygrams' from the HOA demanding it be 'weeded'.)
A fairy tale, below, or needs pruning?
Bunny Mellon likes it SCRUFFY !!
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A woman to love.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Oddly, I've always been repelled by deeply manicured landscapes. Repelled & disgusted by tidy landscapes omitting an intellectual component entirely. Is Puppet Barbuda being too vague in her dislikes? Puppet Barbuda abhors subdivision tidy landscapes installed by the 'builder' and maintained ad nauseum thru the decades; as if tidiness is an excuse for a 'decent' landscape or an intellect.
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Vanity Fair has a lovely article, where the pics came from, about Bunny Mellon here.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Best Question for Work Success: Is it FUN ?
She called recently, "....help I'm in a new home. A decade +/- has passed, since I was at her river front home, with tennis court, terraces, gardens, a place her husband loved to whip up 50 close friends for a Saturday dinner, often. Perhaps the occasional movie star was feted at luncheon. Not uncommon were the fundraising events, significant funds, successfully secured for their various beloved non-profits.
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Do you know what happens to women like this? With age, their powers grow. Do you know the key component of these women? Aside from being matriarchs in every historic fiber, they are fun.
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(Bunny Mellon, below, is one of these women.)
Yesterday, we met at her new home, and began with a house tour, then lunch.
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Much to talk about, before the garden. Of course the garden threaded thru all.
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She's in a chapter not of her choosing, her husband died 3 years ago. Hope he heard her talking about him yesterday !
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Real estate could have been bought anywhere, and she chose the best. Near children/grandchildren. Plenty of mousetraps. (Don't know what a mousetrap is? Allurements, enticements, enjoy my homemade soups/cookies/grilling, play in the entertainment center stuffed with pool table/pingpong/tv/xbox/card table/stereo/sofas a veritable college fraternity house ca. 1980 at SMU but better...)
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The new arts center was mentioned for her city. Asked who was doing it, she said, "The city." Not that naive, I asked again. The group was mentioned, and I said, "They are all women aren't they?", "Yes."
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Told her what I knew of a similar effort, created decade+ ago, she wanted the woman's name who started it, and details about how the $$$ came in.
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Done. Then to the topic of romance & love. Books, movies, careers of others, cooking, decorating, gardening.....
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Pets.
We were in the sun room, 3 long walls of windows overlooking the garden. Her desk, in the living room, faces the garden, exactly as Noel Coward would have placed it.
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Before the appointment she invited me to an upcoming lecture given by, Andrea Wulf, The brilliant woman connecting the agrarian life of America's founding fathers to the content of their new form of government.
Childless, I had no playmates my own age since marriage. Oh my, the gift of infertility. Age 22, my friends were in their 70's. My grandmother's era. Tail end of that era, now passing. Matriarchal, philanthropic, cooks, decorators, readers, gardeners, spiritual, humorous, self-esteem, modest, stewardship, and every undefinable good thing.
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Asked if she saw, Selma. "No." Told her she should, it's another tale of agrarian lifestyle helping to form America. Martin Luther King created more than a non-violent protest, he used stewardship of livestock to protect his flock, literally. Pastor-guiding-a-flock was not cliche for March'in Luther, blessedly it was real, Selma was poorly done, hope someone truly does MLK properly soon.
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Then, her team. Girlfriend, has 'Thomas'. He gardens, cooks, decorates, irons, does laundry, opens boxes from moving & puts them away. In addition, she has Mr. Construction, Mr. Architect, and me. Noticed, years ago, smart chicks, age 50+, all have a team. Yes, I have a team. And their names are only passed along in the manner of stewardship of their time/talents.
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Ok, we finally made it into the garden.
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More fun. When I go back to draw en plein air, I will get pics for you. Yesterday was too full with work/laughter.
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One thing I know for sure, if it's not fun with a client, it is not a good match or we are doing something wrong. Truly, that is my barometer for work. Is it Fun?
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Poorly describing sublime attitudes, above, someone with 'credentials' describes them worse than poorly, below, he is wrong on a logarithmic scale. More terribly, it's in description of Bunny Mellon.
The NYT article quotes John Wilmerding, an American art scholar and trustee of the National Gallery of Art in Washington:
Bunny was part of a generation that no longer exists today: an amateur collector with a sure eye, great taste and upper-class refinement, who bought across the board, from expensive jewelry and paintings to trinkets.
Upper-class refinement? Not only a small lens, cracked. Bunny's generation is still here, at the tail, but still here. Performing their magic with all Providence has passed to them. Bunny was Bunny in spite of her 'upper-class refinement'. I know several of these women, money is not in great sums for most, but their attitudes/actions trump money.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Bottom pics, La Contessa . Top pic, via Lunch & Lattte.
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Dear John Wilmerding, Bless your heart. Most don't 'see' the template of personality in women similar to Bunny. When you see these women, without a cracked lens, you will see them many places. Ironically, I'm sure at least one of them, if not more, have you in their flock.
Friday, March 9, 2018
How to Leverage a Table into Your Best Employee
What do you 'see', below? For myself, I see a leveraged table. I place well leveraged tables/chairs throughout my garden. Each at a tipping point. Bottom of the steps leading into the garden from the house? A chair. Why?
Pic, above, here.
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The chair at the bottom of those steps, one of my best employees. Always ready to take away some of what I'm carrying, or to hand me something I must carry up the stairs.
Pic, above, here.
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Quite a knowing smile, seeing Bunny Mellon's leveraged table, above/below.
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Pic, above, here.
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More than function. Form. Not in use? Ridiculous question, a leveraged table is always in use. Merely supporting a beautiful topiary, use enough in my realm.
Pic, above, here.
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Interesting, above, looking through various doors of Bunny Mellon's painted garden house. A conservatory, above, other doors leading into an allee.....
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Looking at the first pic, above, what do you see now? Hopefully a leveraged table, and if you don't have one/several, they're now on your list.
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Garden & Be Well, XO T
Pic, above, here.
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The chair at the bottom of those steps, one of my best employees. Always ready to take away some of what I'm carrying, or to hand me something I must carry up the stairs.
Pic, above, here.
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Quite a knowing smile, seeing Bunny Mellon's leveraged table, above/below.
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Pic, above, here.
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More than function. Form. Not in use? Ridiculous question, a leveraged table is always in use. Merely supporting a beautiful topiary, use enough in my realm.
Pic, above, here.
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Interesting, above, looking through various doors of Bunny Mellon's painted garden house. A conservatory, above, other doors leading into an allee.....
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Looking at the first pic, above, what do you see now? Hopefully a leveraged table, and if you don't have one/several, they're now on your list.
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Garden & Be Well, XO T
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Bunny Mellon: The Weeded Stone Terrace
Do you know, below, what you're looking at?
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Seeing stone terraces with 'weeds' in the cracks, was a moth-to-a-flame epiphany. "Got it", immediately. Never saw a stone terrace with 'weeds', by choice, in USA, discovered them studying historic gardens across Europe.
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Soon after discovery, learned 'why' they originated. WWI took most of the labor force for home/farm. Stone terraces had been pristine, maintained yearly, with repointing between the stones. No labor, no repointing, 'weeds'. Of course decades had passed before my epiphany and those 'weeds' in stone terraces across Europe were mostly Lady's Mantle. WWI created a new Garden Design conceit.
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A few years had to pass for my stone terrace budget to align with wanting a stone terrace. Once the stone terrace was installed, another 3-4 years passed getting the variety of 'weeds' perfected.
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That stone terrace was hedged with Tea Olives, the Tea Olive Terrace. Gave me years of joy, now, moved into a ca. 1900 home for 2 years, I miss my Tea Olive Terrace as I would a dear friend.
Pic, above, Oak Spring Garden Foundation.
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Before I moved, Vanity Fair had a garden article with a stone terrace filled with weeds. Almost an exact replica of my Tea Olive Terrace. Who is this person? Had to know. This was my introduction to Bunny Mellon.
.
Bunny is the only gardener in America I know of to purposefully design/install a stone terrace with 'weeds' too.
.
The weeded terrace. Takes 'weeded' to a new level.
.
Later, another epiphany arrived. Unbeknownst to me, adding 'weeds' to a stone terrace increases pollinator habitat, in a zone already rife for pollinators, high density with low density.
.
Garden & Be Well, XOT
.
No worries, well aware a weeded terrace is a love it or must get rid of the weeds venue. Heart on my sleeve for weeds in stone. Even if Bunny wasn't good company for loving a weeded terrace, the beauty and pollinators are more than enough joy.
.
Seeing stone terraces with 'weeds' in the cracks, was a moth-to-a-flame epiphany. "Got it", immediately. Never saw a stone terrace with 'weeds', by choice, in USA, discovered them studying historic gardens across Europe.
.
Soon after discovery, learned 'why' they originated. WWI took most of the labor force for home/farm. Stone terraces had been pristine, maintained yearly, with repointing between the stones. No labor, no repointing, 'weeds'. Of course decades had passed before my epiphany and those 'weeds' in stone terraces across Europe were mostly Lady's Mantle. WWI created a new Garden Design conceit.
.
A few years had to pass for my stone terrace budget to align with wanting a stone terrace. Once the stone terrace was installed, another 3-4 years passed getting the variety of 'weeds' perfected.
.
That stone terrace was hedged with Tea Olives, the Tea Olive Terrace. Gave me years of joy, now, moved into a ca. 1900 home for 2 years, I miss my Tea Olive Terrace as I would a dear friend.
Pic, above, Oak Spring Garden Foundation.
.
Before I moved, Vanity Fair had a garden article with a stone terrace filled with weeds. Almost an exact replica of my Tea Olive Terrace. Who is this person? Had to know. This was my introduction to Bunny Mellon.
.
Bunny is the only gardener in America I know of to purposefully design/install a stone terrace with 'weeds' too.
.
The weeded terrace. Takes 'weeded' to a new level.
.
Later, another epiphany arrived. Unbeknownst to me, adding 'weeds' to a stone terrace increases pollinator habitat, in a zone already rife for pollinators, high density with low density.
.
Garden & Be Well, XOT
.
No worries, well aware a weeded terrace is a love it or must get rid of the weeds venue. Heart on my sleeve for weeds in stone. Even if Bunny wasn't good company for loving a weeded terrace, the beauty and pollinators are more than enough joy.
Monday, April 27, 2015
Planning a New Garden
Learned decades ago I cannot design a garden without seeing interiors. Moving into a new home? Difficulties designing the garden? Of course.
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Grieving leaving my garden, but oh my, the excitements of anticipating the new garden. I'm in a new relationship. House, garden, me, well trod territory, and favorite. Slow down, did you notice the trinity? Is this trinity, house-garden-you, yours?
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Ignore this trinity at your peril. It is not in the least selfish, instead the opposite, giving.
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Counterintuitive.
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It's the airplane cliche, put the air mask on yourself before helping others.
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Once house & garden are leveraged fully, they are your ally in times of need, a spiritual base and retreat. Beauty, ease, activity. Another cliche, the more you go inward the more you outwardly connect.
.
This isn't where I'm going with you, another day.
.
Not in my new house/garden yet, I cannot design the garden. How could I? Don't know how I will live inside the house.
.
I do know I'm designing for my 80 year old self, deer, drought, unskilled labor, and my own needs for beauty, simplicity, grace, The property has no barn, garage, conservatory, chicken coop. They are for me to choose, not a bad bargain.
.
Built 1900, 4.5 acres, wooded/open, pond, American farmhouse architecture, 1 story, deep front porch across entire front, and a dogtrot 9' wide x 50 feet long. A dairy farm next door, with beautiful views of meadow, lake, rolling hills, Piedmont forest, and cows. Thorns in the roses, but those are another day too.
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Exterior colors? White on white is the classic for 1900, below. Along with basic gray porch flooring and blue beadboard ceilings.
Pic from here.
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Close to the street, I immediately thought of low fencing, friendly, with 'X' pattern, below. Alas, my 2 chimneys, after inspectors report, had to be removed. Repairing/replacing them not an option at this layer. Asked the current owner if I could have the bricks, realtor texted after chimneys were down, the bricks are stacked and waiting for me.
Pic via here.
30 years in my home/garden, a garden cat always in attendance. Will take this, below, and style for my own architecture.
Pic via here.
For my dogtrot, below. Door, table, door, the perfect enfilade.
Pic via here.
Exterior lights, above, are long gone, replacements chosen without regard to the home's age/architecture. Finally, will get to purchase lighting from the man I refer to all my clients.
Pic via here.
.
There is no library, above, in my new home, this cannot be. Great joy in anticipating where it will be built.
Pic via here.
.
Terra cotta, above, and galvanized metal will predominate with my pots at the new house.
Pic via here.
.
Ceilings are 11' tall, above, and I've spent too much time researching how high to put curtain rods.
Pic via here.
.
Will slipcover, above, some of my furniture, some in big check, the rest plain.
Pic via here.
.
The master bedroom is shaded and needs a bright Nancy Lancaster yellow, above.
Pic via here.
.
Dishes, above, will go on the walls. Which dishes and which walls, too fun, the anticipation.
Pic via here.
.
Cloth on table, above, again, where, more than one?
Pic via here.
.
Have done variations on this garden entry, above, for decades. The joy of knowing they will be designed, but not knowing where, for now.
Pic via here.
.
My new home can lend itself formal, but I won't go there, wanting a blue striped rug, above, somewhere.
Pic via here.
.
Have chosen the best room, very Enchanted April, for my office, above. A fun day when I can set the stack of 5 books I've written in their new resting place. Better days coming soon when I start writing my new books. 3 in the pipeline. Which to choose 1st? Adore these sorts of 'problems' !
Pic via here.
No conservatory, I'm considering this type, above, placed backside a small barn in the orchard. Neither barn/orchard existing anywhere but in my head. Already, they are on perfect axis with each other, house, and garden views.
.
Amazing how little I know what to do in my new garden. In the macro, yes. Fine tuning exact placements, flow & scale, no. Life is good. My next job is to get moved in, and live. Choose interior colors, place furniture, art, lamps, library. And litter box.
.
This ride has already begun.
.
Blessedly my new home is not Victorian, it is Edwardian. A favorite era. A little later and it would have been Depression era Poverty Cycle. It will be included for history, and necessity, yet the elegancies from the Edwardian will each be a joy.
.
Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
.
Getting my homes ready to sell has about done-me-in. Fourteen trips to thrift store with stuff, packing boxes, and staging, all at the same time. Gardens included, and alas both garages. Made the choice to use a realtor because of my day job. 30 years in my home, only 3 years with office/guest cottage. Have written about staging a friend's hard to sell vacation cabin, 6 years on the market with 3 realtors, I sold it on Zillow for-sale-by-owner, renting it on AirBnB while for sale.
.
Staging works. Both of my homes have a signed contract, last week, with the first person who looked, then made an offer less than 24 hours later. No, homes were not priced too cheap. They were priced dictated by nearby comparables. Quite a week, last week, still not believing the speed life is happening.
.
Grieving leaving is intense. The outreach I'm receiving is helping immensely. Humbled, and giving thanks, at this unexpected chapter of grace.
.
None of the above is 'afforded'. I must write about the financial devastation of being married to an alcoholic, college sweetheart, for 3 decades, and losing every dime to my name. Repairing the financial damage as a Garden Designer, on my own. Alcoholic did not aim his misery at me, I was merely collateral damage. Was a victim for 15 wasted minutes. Was fortunate to pass thru survivor stage in fewer minutes, thankfully, to years of thriver.
.
At lectures, local/national, and in my open gardens I've had many opportunities with other women, hugging them, tears down their faces, smiles too. Why are they crying? They had the epiphany, If she can do it, I can too.
.
Grieving leaving my garden, but oh my, the excitements of anticipating the new garden. I'm in a new relationship. House, garden, me, well trod territory, and favorite. Slow down, did you notice the trinity? Is this trinity, house-garden-you, yours?
.
Ignore this trinity at your peril. It is not in the least selfish, instead the opposite, giving.
.
Counterintuitive.
.
It's the airplane cliche, put the air mask on yourself before helping others.
.
Once house & garden are leveraged fully, they are your ally in times of need, a spiritual base and retreat. Beauty, ease, activity. Another cliche, the more you go inward the more you outwardly connect.
.
This isn't where I'm going with you, another day.
.
Not in my new house/garden yet, I cannot design the garden. How could I? Don't know how I will live inside the house.
.
I do know I'm designing for my 80 year old self, deer, drought, unskilled labor, and my own needs for beauty, simplicity, grace, The property has no barn, garage, conservatory, chicken coop. They are for me to choose, not a bad bargain.
.
Built 1900, 4.5 acres, wooded/open, pond, American farmhouse architecture, 1 story, deep front porch across entire front, and a dogtrot 9' wide x 50 feet long. A dairy farm next door, with beautiful views of meadow, lake, rolling hills, Piedmont forest, and cows. Thorns in the roses, but those are another day too.
.
Exterior colors? White on white is the classic for 1900, below. Along with basic gray porch flooring and blue beadboard ceilings.
Pic from here.
.
Close to the street, I immediately thought of low fencing, friendly, with 'X' pattern, below. Alas, my 2 chimneys, after inspectors report, had to be removed. Repairing/replacing them not an option at this layer. Asked the current owner if I could have the bricks, realtor texted after chimneys were down, the bricks are stacked and waiting for me.
Pic via here.
30 years in my home/garden, a garden cat always in attendance. Will take this, below, and style for my own architecture.
Pic via here.
For my dogtrot, below. Door, table, door, the perfect enfilade.
Pic via here.
Exterior lights, above, are long gone, replacements chosen without regard to the home's age/architecture. Finally, will get to purchase lighting from the man I refer to all my clients.
Pic via here.
.
There is no library, above, in my new home, this cannot be. Great joy in anticipating where it will be built.
Pic via here.
.
Terra cotta, above, and galvanized metal will predominate with my pots at the new house.
Pic via here.
.
Ceilings are 11' tall, above, and I've spent too much time researching how high to put curtain rods.
Pic via here.
.
Will slipcover, above, some of my furniture, some in big check, the rest plain.
Pic via here.
.
The master bedroom is shaded and needs a bright Nancy Lancaster yellow, above.
Pic via here.
.
Dishes, above, will go on the walls. Which dishes and which walls, too fun, the anticipation.
Pic via here.
.
Cloth on table, above, again, where, more than one?
Pic via here.
.
Have done variations on this garden entry, above, for decades. The joy of knowing they will be designed, but not knowing where, for now.
Pic via here.
.
My new home can lend itself formal, but I won't go there, wanting a blue striped rug, above, somewhere.
Pic via here.
.
Have chosen the best room, very Enchanted April, for my office, above. A fun day when I can set the stack of 5 books I've written in their new resting place. Better days coming soon when I start writing my new books. 3 in the pipeline. Which to choose 1st? Adore these sorts of 'problems' !
Pic via here.
No conservatory, I'm considering this type, above, placed backside a small barn in the orchard. Neither barn/orchard existing anywhere but in my head. Already, they are on perfect axis with each other, house, and garden views.
.
Amazing how little I know what to do in my new garden. In the macro, yes. Fine tuning exact placements, flow & scale, no. Life is good. My next job is to get moved in, and live. Choose interior colors, place furniture, art, lamps, library. And litter box.
.
This ride has already begun.
.
Blessedly my new home is not Victorian, it is Edwardian. A favorite era. A little later and it would have been Depression era Poverty Cycle. It will be included for history, and necessity, yet the elegancies from the Edwardian will each be a joy.
.
Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
.
Getting my homes ready to sell has about done-me-in. Fourteen trips to thrift store with stuff, packing boxes, and staging, all at the same time. Gardens included, and alas both garages. Made the choice to use a realtor because of my day job. 30 years in my home, only 3 years with office/guest cottage. Have written about staging a friend's hard to sell vacation cabin, 6 years on the market with 3 realtors, I sold it on Zillow for-sale-by-owner, renting it on AirBnB while for sale.
.
Staging works. Both of my homes have a signed contract, last week, with the first person who looked, then made an offer less than 24 hours later. No, homes were not priced too cheap. They were priced dictated by nearby comparables. Quite a week, last week, still not believing the speed life is happening.
.
Grieving leaving is intense. The outreach I'm receiving is helping immensely. Humbled, and giving thanks, at this unexpected chapter of grace.
.
None of the above is 'afforded'. I must write about the financial devastation of being married to an alcoholic, college sweetheart, for 3 decades, and losing every dime to my name. Repairing the financial damage as a Garden Designer, on my own. Alcoholic did not aim his misery at me, I was merely collateral damage. Was a victim for 15 wasted minutes. Was fortunate to pass thru survivor stage in fewer minutes, thankfully, to years of thriver.
.
At lectures, local/national, and in my open gardens I've had many opportunities with other women, hugging them, tears down their faces, smiles too. Why are they crying? They had the epiphany, If she can do it, I can too.
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