Encircled

 

This garden was designed and planted by Mien Ruys-I do not know the year.  Her life-1904-1999.  She was a formidably talented landscape architect and garden designer in the Netherlands.  Her father ran a well known nursery  specializing in perennials.  Her extensive knowledge of horticulture is obvious in her work.   Though she is not well known outside of the Netherlands, her work greatly influenced the work of Piet Oudolf-a name perhaps better known in gardening circles.  This circle of grass which is part of a garden she made at home in her 20’s became very much a part of my design vocabulary.  Not literally-emotionally.  This photograph came from the website of Noel Kingsbury listed below-as well as this comment.  (she provided) “a gentle dose of Bauhaus-derived modernism”. What a great way to put it. To read more, go to   http://noels-garden.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-those-of-you-who-dont-read-groei.html

A circle is a very stable, and visually powerful shape.  There is a clearly defined space which is enclosed.  There is all the rest which is excluded. 

 

The bottom of this spherical topiary form is a circle.  That circle  focuses the view, in much the same way as a lens. I deliberately placed the circle off center to these massive lead pots.  That circle is where my eye goes first-never mind those big pots.   

 The garden at Sissinghurst is legendary, for many reasons.  The giant yew hedges enclose a circular lawn in one portion of the garden.  That circle is the center of attention in this photograph-a place for the eye to rest.  I would guess a visitor to this garden would find visual refuge here, after viewing the other parts of the garden.  I have not been there, but I imagine that the experience of standing in that circular garden is extraordinary.  

Even though I have never been, I feel certain of one thing.  I might pose and plant a landscape just like this in every detail, but I am sure it would never feel the same as being here.  To read more, and see more, go to  www.thlandscaping.blogspot.com

 Nature created this circular composition in the bottom of one of our vase shaped steel pots.  There is a certain melancholy to this natural work.  Dead leaves, holly berries, a broken rubber band that must have held some twigs, and some pussy willow buds that bloomed in our warm fall recall the end of the gardening season.  The circular bottom of the pot provides a form to this natural debris.  The circle contains the dialogue. 

This landscape design is based on circular shapes, portions of circular shapes, and spherical plants and sculpture.  The landscape is viewed at the ground level, thus the changes of grade. It is also viewed from hotel rooms which entirely encircle this interior courtyard garden.    

This assemblage of one kind of natural materials into the form of a flower makes the overall shape the dominant visual issue. 

pot of sedum on the gravel

sundial face 

lighted circle

full moon, January 9

Zero At The Bone

 The first week of January for me is all about a certain dormancy that comes with the finality of season coming to a close. If you are old enough to have fallen asleep in front of a tv, and woken up the static that came after the day’s programming was over, you get the idea.  My pause button is engaged.  I am still putting the last of the holiday half and half in my coffee, and dreaming.  That phase will come to an abrupt end, the first of next week.

Next week, Rob, Steve and I will be scouting and shopping in the US for what we need to add to the spring of 2012 in the shop.  The end of January we will clean and repaint as usual.  This year I have a hardscape installation scheduled for the same time. 

The Branch studio is in the middle of a fabrication project for a client in Fort Worth. 

 Another local client’s iron work is scheduled to be ready for installation in two weeks.  We will have steel garden ornament from Branch at the shop this spring very different than anything we have done before.

 

 

 Rob will be on his way to Italy towards the end of January, until mid-February. 

 A pair of containers are scheduled to arrive from France in mid February.  Are my winters sleepy, like my garden?  Not especially. 

 

The garden is quiet over the winter.  This means there is as much time to drift over ideas, as there is time to concentrate.  As much as I dislike the winter, I could not do without it.      

 

To the best of my knowledge, Roland Tiangco, a graphic designer about whom I know little except that he lives in Brooklyn, created this interactive poster in 2009.  I never feel so much at home as I do with my hands in the dirt.  I look at this work of his from time to time-regularly.  This work of his is extraordinary.  Every time I see it, I feel that zero at the bone.  Zero at the bone?  Shockingly good. As in the bouquet of butterfly weed seed pods Rob assembled pictured above.  Shockingly provocative.  If you missed it, take a look.  http://havenpress.com/projects/roland-tiangco/

A much different zero at the bone event?  The house Richard Meier designed and built for Howard Rachofsky. I live in a 1930’s Arts and Crafts house of which I am quite fond.  But this house challenges my eye in every way.  Love the landscape-a lawn interrupted by what looks like corten steel.  The photographs by B. Tse are great:    http://www.flickr.com/photos/b2tse/2219686720/in/gallery-43355952@N06-72157622884919368/

Such is the winter work.  Providing for a spring that is zero at the bone.

 

 

 

 

 

Ms. Indie

I had a visit from a very old client, and a great friend yesterday, December 30.  We have known each other a very long time; we have a relationship that has endured.  She is self effacing to a fault, and equally independent in her thinking and her gardening. This is a long way of saying we have been reliable friends for decades.  The moment she walked in the door, I could not take my eyes off her handbag. Did I know she made things such as this? No.  I persuaded her to let Jenny photograph it.  This hand knitted handbag is studded with no end of buttons and beads and holiday bits arranged in what amounts to a very personal celebration of the Christmas season.

My friend SW is very reserved.  Should you challenge that reserve, and should she decide to respond,  you would be graced with a completely unique and utterly independent view of the world.  Her landscape and garden is entirely of her own invention, but for some occasional coaching from me.  I see her infrequently; we have no regular social relationship.  But I am always happy to see her.  Her holiday visit-unexpected, and welcome.  We instantly had a topic of conversation.  I wanted to talk about that bag.  Nothing interests me more than heartfelt and original expression.   

Creative people of the utterly independent sort make my world a vastly better place to be.  People like SW expose me to ideas I would not otherwise be able to access.  As for you, Ms. Indie, your hand knitted and hand decorated holiday handbag is beyond gorgeous.  

I find it hard to believe that people do not flag her down in the grocery store or the library to talk to her about it, but she says not.  That might be attributable to shyness, or the reluctance to address a stranger.  I find any truly individual expression worthy of interest and acknowledgement.  This is one person’s vision and represention of the idea of celebration.  It has a quirky, funny, and visionary quality about it.   

Each button and bead has been collected with an idea in mind. The back of the bag has fewer B and B’s-I forgot to ask if she adds to this bag as she finds things she likes.  The holiday light bulbs sewn into the fringe-this is more than enough fun to make me laugh out loud.  The top of the bag reads just like a thick coating of snow.   

The handles, spirals and side decoration are skillfully fashioned.  Love that pink with the red.

Getting a good look at this bag was a treat.  I will confess I am a fan of handbags.  There are so many made with great style and interesting materials.  A daily bag permits me to haul around what I feel need carry.  This includes my camera, and may include a three inch pot of this, or a cutting from a troubled plant.  My orange bag is old and worn, and I would replace it with exactly the same bag if it were still being made, or if I could find a vintage copy in better shape than mine.  So far, no luck.  I love the color, and greatly appreciate the rubber bottom- the dirt from a garden wipes right off.  A gift of a clutch encrusted with rhinestone flowers I have yet to carry-I just look at it.  Would I carry a bag such as this-absolutely. This is much more than a place to stash a wallet and keys. It is a celebration she carries with her the entire month of December.   

 SW actually had another reason to stop by-she had a New Year’s gift for me.  The yummiest colored warmest hand wool and mohair knit mittens it has ever been my pleasure to own.  Of course I had to test drive them.  Not only are they comfortable and very warm, I could focus and push the shutter on my camera wearing them.

I am always glad that my Christmas gifts routinely include warm winter gear.  New coat, new boots, new hats-and now new mittens.  I hate being cooped up inside all winter-my friends know that.  New winter clothes help me gear up for the longest part of the gardening year.  Am I ready for winter, for the New Year?  Yes I am, in part thanks to you, Ms. Indie. 

 

 

A Last Look

winter containers with flame willow and bleached leaf stems

lacquered birch twigs and lavender eucalyptus

curly flame willow and aouthern magnolia stems

boxwood pyramid

 stone mason’s Christmas gift to his wife

winter arrangement with mixed eucalyptus

holiday front door

red twig dogwood and Michigan holly

 holiday packages wrapped by Jenny