“ I associate the word "wild" with wildflowers, wild roses, things in fields that haven't been hurt yet! So let's be things in fields that have healed and that have grown. Let's be wild.”
|Loads of dirt and recycled concrete were brought in|
|Espalier apples and sages hint at the abundance beyond|
Open Garden Day- The infamous L.A. smog washed away by rain the day before. Walking from where I had parked- I noted the air was warm and scented with roses, sage and freshly mown grass. This must be one of the best smelling neighborhoods in America. A bouquet of freshly picked flowers graced the check-in table. Things have certainly changed since a sloping lawn was replaced with a wild garden.
Pass through rustic redwood gate hung from pillars of river rock. Let your imagination run wild at the delight of countryside established on what was once a large- but ordinary- suburban lot.
Despite a dignified exterior- this a garden where the wild heart flourishes.
With irrigation lines laid below grade level, the efficiency of water works unseen.
Blueberries inter-planted with fennel- who'd have thunk? Lovers of nature. People who revel in perfume of place.
George says he "Lets the garden do its thing." With California poppies, fennel, lettuces and onions free to re-seed where they are happiest, this garden is optimistic- and lower maintenance than one would imagine from the visual abundance.
|Succulents form a tapestry along the transition from front to back gardens|
Recycling goes chic. Urbanite- recycled concrete- generously forms walls and pathways.
|A yellow stripe hints at the provenance of this stepping stone.|
George remembers the craftsman in charge of paving. He worked with pride. Picking pieces carefully; chiseling profiles and...
|Decomposed granite between steps|
Sometimes reversing top to bottom for artistic effect.
A trip to Italy was the inspiration for a fully retractable patio sail.
On the patio table were the official before and after garden photos. While before was perfectly civilized- the wildness of the after is more compelling.
The wildflower meadow is at its springtime height of beauty. Full of life.
But the piece de resistance- a standard pool was re-imagined as a dipping pond. The owners' son promising he likes this better. "It cools the temps." This is a favorite spot to "Bring your book when it's a 110 degrees and just sit on the rocks." Or jump in.
His father explained the pool is still under there somewhere. The new bottom is lined with a rubber gasket. The coping hidden beneath a berm through which water is filtered and recirculated
There is a magic in this place. It is very eco-correct. But that isn't what I thought of. What I thought of is the romance of walking out the door to pick greens for salads, herbs for dressings and fresh flowers to fill vases. I thought of all the novels such a garden could inspire- everyone of them with romance at the heart of the story.
Until we meet again, Thank YOU for all YOU do to make the world more beautiful.