Sunday, 22 June 2014
Hardy Plant Society Study Weekend
Longres-Graham garden
When I lived in Seattle (1955 – 1992), the area in Wallingford where several streets come together at angles was not called Tangletown. I love the name. Honeybear Bakery used to be an occasional hangout of mine there. I found it such a pleasure to tour a small city garden surrounding a house that, back in my day, would even have been affordable for the working class (of which I am a card carrying member).
I confess that years ago, the parking strip garden for my house made it almost impossible to get out of the car!
Allan heard one of the owners say he has a groundcover in mind that he thinks will work in that walking area.
I so want to plant the center of our garage driveway; it seems like ours is too narrow (and the concrete would have to be broken out) so it remains a dream so far.
Somewhere I am sure I have a crockery pot like that that belonged to my grandma.
I do love a small, good, colour-packed city garden.
Interlude: a Cotinus smoking in a parking strip bed on the way back to our van:
This was such a lovely, colorful garden! And it looks like it was quite crowded when you were there. It was nearly empty when I got there.
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Yes it was crowded. Not unpleasantly so. I need to refresh my memory re what you have blogged about so far so I can add your link.
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How beautiful. So a question Tangly? Have any of the gardens been close to your gramma’s or is her home still there. If it is did you see it and is it like you remember? Just wondering.
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I have looked at it on Google earth, but I just can’t drive by there. The people who bought it still live there (as far as I know) and I am glad they did not flip it for profit. They are alternative types, too, who have not remodeled it into something fancy, even though I can tell from Google earth that the house next door turned into a monster which would have taken away much privacy from my back garden. I just get too sentimental about it, so I stay away.
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Oh, the Tangletown garden was near the same lake, Green Lake, that I lived by, but on the east rather than the west side of the lake. That’s about as close as I got, but I was just two blocks from my parents’ house (not a nice garden and even when I was little it was in a commercial block so no sentiment there).
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I thought this one quite beautiful – and something I could “relate” to. (So many of the others are just WAY beyond my ability to fathom.) I guess at this stage of my life, I can appreciate the jaw-dropping beauty of the large estates, but translating ANYthing into our own simple space is nearly impossible for me. From the photos of THIS one, however, I gather some ideas 🙂
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I feel exactly the same.
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