A visit to the Distillery District in Toronto left me with some unexpected feelings.  We ventured there in the hopes of finding a great restaurant but left again when we found not only very expensive parking but few dining options.  I was surprised to experience an overwhelming feeling of desolation.  The opposite of what one should expect to feel in a ‘gentrified’ and purified pocket of a big city — I felt its gritty and utilitarian past.

The sun had not gone down yet, but the light was dimming and there were few people around.  Granted, it was not yet summer so perhaps not the time of year for crowds and outdoor lingering.  And I know these still-life were staged for the benefit of visitors like us –

But I didn’t mind.

I would have loved to have visited a museum that chronicles Toronto’s distillery past in this area — if only to honour its past and those people who worked here.

How can you not be dazzled by this border collie?  But don’t be fooled; this kind of success requires a lot of time and commitment.  Border collies, though, are up to the challenge!  Are you?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Dazzle is a seven year old border collie, from working stock, who is owned by Katherine.  If you’re interested in seeing more videos featuring this talented team, look here.

I was away on the weekend and saw some beautiful gardens …

Could this Euonymus be any more beautiful?

For a garden that fronts on a busy, main street and abuts a parking lot, it is truly a jewel.  One of the best, most effective characteristics of a garden is the element of mystery.  This walkway with a solid gate at the end is breathtakingly enticing.  I met the woman who has lived here for over 30 years but since she was leaving and we were strangers, I couldn’t bring myself to ask to see her hidden garden.  Maybe one day.

My experience in Savannah and Charleston with courtyard gardens hidden behind beautiful iron fences has me enamoured of any such display.  The border sedum seed heads that were left over the winter are now a perfect echo of the new foliage on the Bloodgood Japanese maple.  I think most of us might have chopped them off without a second thought.  Clearly the gardener here is totally in tune with their plants and their visual effect.

Luckily this one was free for all passersby to view.

As was this one.  Both with beautiful use of natural stone.

Note the low, picket fence that acts as more of a garden feature than a barrier.

There is weirdness in the woods.

It is amazing to me how these things happen naturally but try as we might, we cannot reproduce such marvelous oddities in our own gardens.

I suppose we can create outrageous topiaries and contort trees into espaliers, but I love searching for strangeness out on our walks.

It often means you have to look down, rather than up; these little details can get lost in the big picture.

How does this happen?   It is so perfect.

Moss ring toss!

I always find these little spring-time surprises so endearing.  To my eyes they look like miniature flashers, or super heroes!  They are, in fact, bloodroot (Sanguinaria canadensis), a woodland ephemeral that appears throughout eastern North America, and extends as far south as Mexico.   It’s name refers to the blood-like secretion that comes from its roots and fleshy stems (hence, ‘sanguin-aria’).

It always boasts pristine white blooms, with single or double rows of petals with bright yellow stamens, and its round lobed leaves all but disappear in the heat of the summer.  If you place them in a shaded and moist part of your garden, make sure you remember where they are when you’re planting narcissus or digging in the area in the autumn.  The fact that you’ve skewered these dormant beauties is bad enough without having their blood-like juices dribble onto your tools!

I remember Mark Cullen from years ago when he first began appearing on the CTV morning show, Canada A.M., as their gardening expert with then host, Dan Matheson.  He and Dan seemed to have such an easy rapport, and despite the newsman’s apparent lack of affinity for plants, Mark always ensured that the spot remained ‘on point’ and managed to make sure the viewer learned something.  I liked these gardening segments, much like the show Canadian Gardener with the odd couple, ‘Bob and Dave’, where two opposing personalities tackled gardening together and had a lot of fun and laughs doing it.
On my earliest visits to Toronto, I happened upon the plant nurseries under the Cullen name and realized that this guy actually had plants in his blood.   And when I saw his book about composting in the city that was co-authored with one of my heroes, Lorraine Johnson, I was convinced:  this buttoned up guy was my kind of gardener and didn’t actually mind getting dirty!
Here’s your chance to hear him speak.  Entrepreneurship, plants, gardens and gardening paraphernalia — he knows it all.  And you’ll be supporting Ottawa’s dream of a botanic garden.  See you there!
OBGS Fundraiser
Join us for an evening with
Mark Cullen, Monday April 16th at RA Centre
Mark will present
“An Escape to Reality – the Place of Gardening in Today’s World”
 
Mark Cullen is one of Canada’s best known gardeners with a familiar style that is distinctly personable. He connects with over one million Canadians every week through various media outlets and he delivers a message that is compelling, fun, informative, inspirational – all based on his organic approach to gardening.
When: Monday April 16th from 7:30 to 9PM
Where: RA Centre at 2451 Riverside Drive, Ottawa – free parking
Clark Hall – enter West end of building, to right off lobby

Tickets: $20 OBGS member, $23 OBGS group member, $25 non-members

Go to their website here to purchase your ticket in advance.

Hey!  Where did March go and why is April almost half over?!

And still, why does it seem to be taking so long for the trees to leaf out?  I think it was that spell of record temperatures in March that led me to believe that everything would be green by now.  It seems the flower buds on my serviceberry tree have been puffy for weeks now, and yet, still no blooms…

Never mind.  This time of year challenges us to see the beauty and colour without being hit in the face with it.

After a rain, this young alder shows an amazingly apple green trunk.

Here, the sides  facing the sun are already dry and silvery, while the dampness on the shady side brings out the colour.

Although this tree can no longer support leaves, its stump still provides life.  A host for insects hence a food source for woodpeckers and a home for bracket fungus.  A world unto itself.

These spring ephemerals are just beginning to poke their heads through the forest litter, giving very little hint that in a couple of weeks (or sooner!) they will look like this:

And soon, Skye will be able to freely graze again….

In the meantime, there are some stunners already blooming:

Unlike Scilla sibirica (Siberian squill), who bow their blue heads to the sky, these Chionodoxa forbesii (Glory of the Snow) in my spring garden are basking in the sunshine!

Walled garden entrance gate at Chatham Manor, Fredericksburg, Virginia

I have always been a lover of history.  However, in my youth, I couldn’t grasp the concept of time further back than my own past.  To my mind, history textbooks were no different than historical fiction.  I thought, who’s to say that the past manifested itself in a certain way?  How could archaeologists look at a chard of clay and say it was 10,000 years old rather than 100, and that it was used for say, storing a herbal salve rather than the bones of a dead relative?  Of course, this was the mind of a teenager, not content to accept the word of an adult, much less a teacher, at face value.

It was not until I visited places that exist so viscerally in more than one time and place (like many sites I have visited in England), that history has become palpable to me.  Such was my recent experience at Chatham, an 18th century estate in Fredericksburg, Virginia.

What was also made clear to me is that our understanding of history is coloured by its delivery.

Chatham Manor is now owned and managed by the United States National Parks Service, and it is considered an important part of the Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania National Military Park.  Five of the rooms in this grand building are home to exhibits detailing the Civil War history of this home and the surrounding area and the rest of the rooms (as well as the outbuildings) are park offices.

The last private owner of the Chatham estate was industrialist John Lee Pratt, who purchased the property in 1931 and then willed it to the National Park Service on his death in 1975.  In 1984, the NPS began a restoration of the gardens at the rear (east side) of the house.  Here in the brochure, it reads in part:

If you walk the grounds at Chatham you will see that several ornamental cast concrete pineapples adorn the landscape. This colonial decoration served as a symbol of hospitality, a tradition which the National Park Service strives to continue.

I did not fully appreciate the origins of the feelings of desolation I experienced here.  At the time of our visit, I associated it with the sad and brutal reality of the battles fought in the vicinity as part of the bloody American Civil War.  During the early 1860s, Chatham was used as a staging area, a political and military meeting place and finally, a makeshift hospital, morgue and cemetery.  Its occupation by both Union and later, Confederate troops sealed its fate:  both trees and paneling were taken down to keep the warming fires going, and the grounds were trampled by wagons, soldiers and artillery.

Chatham House, probably 1863; photo from U.S. National Parks Service, Fredericksburg & Spotsylvania National Military Park, Fredericksburg historic photos

But it was also what was left unsaid and, as far as I knew during my visit, unrecorded that left me feeling sad.

Because you see, the planted grounds here at Chatham have a history too.

In a thorough and sensitive study of Chatham’s landscape history, Zachary Rutz (a Garden Club of Virginia Fellow in 2006), has consolidated and commented upon the two centuries of its existence.   During the late 18th and early 19th centuries, the grounds were planted with dozens of shade trees, fruit trees, vines and shrubs by its first owner, William Fitzhugh.  By the time Fitzhugh put Chatham up for sale in 1797 (it wasn’t actually sold until 1806), the local newspaper advertisement for the estate boasted that it was “neatly laid out in pleasure and Kitchen Gardens” with a choice collection of flowers and flowering shrubs as well as “apples, pears, walnuts, chestnuts, cherries, peaches, plums, nectarines, apricots, grapes, figs, raspberries, gooseberries, strawberries and currants”.  It had “two large and flourishing orchards; one of well chosen Peach trees, the other of Apple and Pear trees, selected from the best nurseries in the State.”

In the photo above, the sycamore (or Platanus occidentalis) towering over the rear, garden-side of the house is one of only a few original trees that were planted in the 19th century (sometime between 1858-1868).  The landscape of this estate was markedly different then because a veritable grove surrounded the house (locusts, linden, sycamore, gingko, ash and catalpa), providing protection from the sun and a feeling of integration with its surroundings.

The catalpa trees at the front of the house were planted during the time of Chatham’s second inhabitant, Major Churchill Jones sometime between 1808 and 1818.  They still stand today two hundred years later, albeit supported by steel supports, demonstrating what appears to be their sheer will to survive.

The devastation of the landscape during the Civil War allowed its 20th century owners to rethink the entire property.  When Daniel and Helen Devore purchased the estate in 1920, they almost immediately hired an architect, a contractor and Ellen Biddle Shipman, a landscape architect from New York City to make changes to the home and grounds.

Shipman was considered “the dean of American women landscape architects” between 1914 until 1965.  Inspired by contemporaries like Gertrude Jekyll and Beatrix Farrand, she was creating gardens in the ‘country place’ style of the day.  To Shipman, the idea that an estate garden be contained was first and foremost;  secondly, structure within the ‘garden rooms’ was essential.  She did this through the use of allées with views, boxwood and yew hedging, and nine foot tall whitewashed brick walls (the house was also newly whitewashed) enclosing the entire garden.

There was also the generous use of statuary to complete a view, emphasize an axis point and draw the visitor along a path.

Although the garden today has been somewhat restored, most of this work having taken place by the National Park Service in the 1980s, the glory of the original Shipman garden is largely lost.   In fact, Rutz indicates that the idea of restoring the garden at all was contentious among park employees; some believed the grounds should be left barren to represent its appearance during the Civil War era.

Shipman loved variety, opulence and above all, plants.  In fact, the scope of her planting plans for Chatham are mind-boggling with her encyclopedic choice of perennials, biennials, annuals, bulbs, shrubs, hedges, vines and trees.  During the era that landowners would have numerous gardeners (the Devores had six full time gardeners) and labourers, keeping up the grounds was part and parcel of being wealthy.   But today, when funds are scarce and historical landmarks rely on government monies (the Park Service employs two gardeners/groundskeepers), gardens like these are skinned to within an inch of their former lives.

In its day, Chatham’s gardens boasted 22 varieties of climbing roses and 16 types of vines (various named cultivars of Clematis, Wisteria and others), along with hundreds of other plants.

In 1926, The House Beautiful magazine featured Chatham’s gardens and soon afterward in 1929, Town and Country followed suit.  Shockingly (to me), the Devores sold the property in 1931, just ten years after the landscape was re-born.  When the estate changed hands, John and Lillian Pratt demurred from allowing the local garden clubs and the Garden Club of Virginia to include Chatham as an ‘open garden’ once yearly.  They were irritated that those who had missed ‘the day’ would come another time and disturb their privacy.  It seems poetic justice that Rutz’s landscape history of Chatham would have been sponsored by that same Garden Club.

One of the extraordinary things about this 1920s garden is that it has been chronicled by one of the earliest 20th century American woman photographers, Frances Benjamin Johnson, in a collection of black and white images taken during the summer of 1929.  Rutz includes this series of photos juxtaposed with similar views in 2006, the summer he was researching there.  Although these photographs don’t show the colour of the wisteria blooms, or the multiple shades of green in the plantings, they are undoubtedly some of the most bittersweet and jaw-dropping images I have seen of a garden lost in time.

I encourage you to see them here, from page 47 onwards.

Seen this before but still love it …

We’ve all unwittingly wandered into “these types” of restaurants …

Is it just me or doesn’t a well-dressed 12 year old make everyone want to buy a Toyota?

Hmmm…baby back ribs and the Bible-belt.

Alas, no one was home – :c(

As I’ve said before:  Florida is home to the very small dog.

Molest??!  What, is this a common problem?

The value of water in a landscape cannot be underestimated.  The Moors knew this (consider the Alhambra), garden makers in the Far East (China, Japan) knew this and Italian (including the ancient Romans), French and English designers all knew this.

Much of the landscape at Middleton Place was created in the middle of the 18th century.  At that time the prevailing fashion of creating gardens that were rigid and styled to within an inch of their lives was loosed and a new ‘Romantic’  style was born.  The English landscape architects William Kent and then Lancelot ‘Capability’ Brown were the hands and minds behind many of these new open and rolling landscapes that settled onto the grounds of English country estates.  But not everyone was a fan: the well-known garden designer and author Russell Page (Education of a Gardener) said that Brown was guilty of

…encouraging his wealthy clients to tear out their splendid formal gardens and replace them with his facile compositions of grass, tree clumps and rather shapeless pools and lakes.”

It is not surprising that new American landowners would recreate this timely and elite style within their own plantation landscapes.

But on my tour of this historic American garden, I was treated to something you’d never see on the grounds of places like Hampton Court Palace:

If you’d like more history on Middleton Place, get the scoop with Bob Vila here:

Bob Vila tour of MIddleton Place

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