I can’t stop watching them walk around the garden. And, I get excited at sunset because the white ones glow with the purple and pink hues. Granted, I can only keep about 3 at a time because I live in Urban City. (I keep them as pets and name them and love them and get plenty of eggs for one household from them.) But, I just came across this fabulous blog site: BibliOdyssey! Rare Audubon plates, botanical plates…etc.
These White Sierra granite ones were put in place by the Los Angeles based landscape architect, William Peters. Pretty nice path following the contours of the scenery.
You don’t have to be Christian Louboutin to keep a peacock around. Though, this enchanting woodland forest IS his. Peacocks are rather large birds. And, in my experience, too large for a stray cat’s psyche. They leave them alone. And, like ducks, the majestic peacock will just occupy itself while roaming your property making a great cry here and there. But, what I really wanted to point out are the Hellebores at the peacock’s tail. The woodland garden is an extreme of our ecology, juxtaposed, of course to the arid landscape. How to get a natural and sublime cutting garden under all those trees is answered for me with Helleborous orientalis. Wow, they come in such an array of exotic patterns and colors: from crazy, beautiful spotted varieties to the mocha black and chartreuse blends! And, as a bonus, they are great as a cutted ornament inside your lovely dwelling. They have a long blooming season from February to September in my neck of the woods: Zone 8. They are considered quite hardy. What else can you ask for?
Every time I land at LAX and get into the cab, I am overwhelmed by a certain California olfactory sensation that makes me feel I have arrived. It is not the ocean, with it’s salty spray in close proximity to the airport, nor, the crappy, smoggy smell emanating from the cars in front. It is a plant called “Mugwort.” And, I think it is beautiful. The genus contains 200 to 400 varieties and it’s genus name is Artemisia. Shiva, the god of auspiciousness, is tangled into the oral history of the plant, because, it’s long tabulation of medicinal uses is so time immemorial and widespread. Butterflies, the allurement of all metaphors of metaphors, are especially drawn to feasting upon this oh-so-California native. Artemisia is sometimes called “sage,” which, it is not. But, it sure seems sagacious to us.
I just came across this photograph in the book, The New Garden Paradise, edited by Dominque Browning. Wow. The background hedge is Beach. The fog is gratis.
Who could write this any better?
The French designer, Alain Idoux, has created this marvel in the South of France, where drought can be a problem. From simple roofing tiles, Idoux has created a rill with which to catch and deliver rain water to another garden. It is so pretty, pretty! And, to top it off, that is honeysuckle creating that drought-resistant hedge. Unfortunately, Idoux is no longer with us…dieing a premature death, however, we get gardens like this left behind. Idoux used a lot of native grasses in his designs, as well. The nativity of which keeps Idoux around ad infinitum.