Though I call the garden naturalistic in style, it is not nature. It's an entirely artificial creation, a metaphor (or metaphors). Hard to see that, I admit, because the materials that make up this artifice are living plants.
It's a quiet theater of a sort. Looking out from the raised position of the house, the garden plants are on display, light pouring in from the sky above, plants much like actors playing their garden roles, rising and falling, living and dying, catching words of light and throwing them into your eyes, words like tones, like music, more than language.
|High view over garden|
|Petasites, Darmera, Carex muskingumensis around the pond create their own topography|
I walk about the house, catching a glimpse here, there. I'm grateful to be able to live in this place for a while (nothing's forever I know). The Filipendula ulmaria, in a 30 foot clump near the pond, have been white-topped for three weeks now. When backlit by morning sun, the Filipendula rubra, an even larger mass, become translucent like some miraculous wrought jewelery, turning feathery pink at top, above a setting of angular, upward pointed leaves resembling chartreuse shards of glass.
|Filipendula ulmaria massed by the pond|
|Filipendula rubra with its angular, translucent foliage and pink flowers just coming into bloom|
It's been frustrating to find a way to photograph the fine detail, textures, color variations that make the garden. I can see it, but it's impossible to photograph. Thursday, as sunset faded into twilight, I used a tripod and small aperture lens setting on a quick walk around. The increased depth of field and longer exposure better captures the real view, though any photographer will tell you it's never the same.
|Details, details ... glaucous, big-leaved Rudbeckia maxima, like awkward characters on a stage ...|
|The red circle of walnut logs in the meadow area have their own role to play ...|
|Waves of flowering in the meadow, with a predetermined end - to be cut at end of summer after seeding ...|
|Entry to the woodland garden|
|A glance back across the open glade ...|