Reflection
When one thinks, the chance to make a garden out of an old flower farm was an extraordinarily stroke of luck. I’m not aware of another example of this anywhere.
We found rows of big beech trees (picked for foliage in the old days) hedges of rhododendrons and other shrubs, plantations of deciduous azaleas, bulb meadows (the bulbs imported from Holland by Jim in the ’30s and long naturalized) and scattered everywhere Ted’s nursery specimens he grew for propagation purposes. Because it was strictly a commercial property, everything was higgledy piggledy to suit the wants of the plants, that meant many could be re-arranged.
There was never pressure to restore. We could start again, designing a new garden around awe-inspiring long-established plants. There were 25 years worth of weeds mind you, so big bonfires those first months, but the property has been an amazing place for generations: ideal for the garden I’d been thinking about for a very long time.
Jeremy Francis