Loop it behind the posts. Drape. Done.
Live swag with pine looks better mixed with fir. Pine, alone, falls jaggedly. Pine with fir is floofier.
Loop it behind the posts. Drape. Done.
Live swag with pine looks better mixed with fir. Pine, alone, falls jaggedly. Pine with fir is floofier.
PUPPET BARBUDA's mental math, "What is my spending cap at the garden center today?"
Recognize, below, the house?

Before, above, she started her garden renovation.
Small input, huge impact at the front door. Themes: evergreens, white, terra cotta. If the spiral had been placed closer to the front door, as most people do, the entire area would feel cramped.
Oh lucky dirt, below, someone knows how to make you productive.
Aren't these our best days, below? Coming home loaded with plants or antiques or art or books or thrift store junk?
Already in awe of Brooke's talent, then I see, below, she's A GRAVEL GIRL!!!!!!!
Wish I could see the YouTube of this garden installation. Hmm, edited to 3 minutes?
Garden magic, above. Notice the placement of pots. Bringing them close reduces the scale of the garage door. Opposite of what Brooke needed at the front door.
using a combination of styles centuries old. But his PERSPECTIVES are uniquely new.
"The novel is conceived with enough audacity to make this gimmick intriguing, and executed with enough art to make it effective." A.O.Scott
The oddest rat scurried at my feet. I screamed. Thoughts in chaos. Why? The small black rat was in reality the BROKEN HEAD OF ST. FRANCIS, about 3" & black, rolling quickly by.
When I saw her wreath I had to smile. Can you guess what color she asked me to design the flowering shrubs/trees in her frontyard?
a rotting deck. Ick. Leaving that 1st appointment I saw a book by May Sarton on her bookshelf. Dahlings, anyone loving May Sarton is my bosom friend. I left with borrowed books & a new friend.
Time passed My Dear Lady installed her garden & built the French doors & The Garden Room.
More time passed and My Dear Lady introduced me to her dearest friend. Yes, I designed her garden too.
My Dear Ladies are retired school teachers and owned an antiques business for decades. Driving a used school bus they scoured northern USA for their southern antiques shop. Can't you see My Dear Ladies loading that school bus & driving stuffed with antiques?
Every Saturday nite My Dear Ladies & I are in The Garden Room, above. Wine, canapes & conversation. Always out to dinner late, in a rush, we talk so much. Sometimes, midweek, we convene, as we did last night. Other times we head off to Scott's monthly antique show.
The grey flagstone terrace with dwarf mondo growing in the cracks, below? Now, a carpet of ochre. Magic. I adore the change, no matter how fleeting.
Looking up thru the art on the wall, pink camellia blossoms, into a golden/green laced ceiling, above.
Hardscape is mostly installed. Plants aren't on site yet.
Yet it's already there. A new LIFE FORCE. Risking being, The-Fruit-Loop-Garden-Designer I called TRACTOR CHICK last night & said, "I feel the Life Force of your garden."
Guess what? She feels it too!!!!!!!!!
Normally, it takes longer for a garden to share its Life Force. Sadly, many landscapes never have a Life Force. If yours doesn't, once you ask, "Why?", you're on your way to having it.
PUPPET BARBUDA will not let anyone use the I-don't-have-the-money excuse. One bush, one tree, done correctly will create a Life Force. We've all been in check-book gardens, yuck.
What do landscapes with a Life Force feel like? Grace. An energy calming & inspiring; an energy making sense of anything life throws at you. Beauty, enriching & sublime filling the senses, feeding your inner muse.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Pics from my patio this week.
My garden, already an enchantment, transitioning from metaphorical to literal? HA!!!
Hanging at the entry on my arbor at the patio, he fell. Long forgotten, perhaps a squirrel knocked him off?