If your like me, then you are always looking for someplace beautiful to visit. Scenes from movies, magazine articles, and travel books, all provide inspiration. There is a misconception though, that all the lovely places on earth, are far off destinations, requiring exorbitant travel budgets. Thanks to The Garden Conservancy, finding a garden to visit, is as easy as becoming a member, for with membership comes the Open Days Directory. The directory is a list of private gardens, that are part of the Open Days Program, who open their gates to visitors, for just a day or two during the year. It’s arranged by state and date of opening, so it’s very easy to plan a trip to a local gem that you might not otherwise get to see!
Thanks to The Directory, I found a garden worthy of many visits right here in Connecticut , Hollister House. From the website we learn the following:
Hollister House is owned by George Schoellkopf and Hollister House Garden Inc., a nonprofit organization dedicated to preserving the house and garden. In 2005, George Schoellkopf entered into an irrevocable agreement with the Garden Conservancy and Hollister House Garden Inc. to donate the entire property, including house, garden and twenty-five acres, either during his lifetime or through his will, to Hollister House Garden Inc.
Hollister House Garden is an American interpretation of such classic English gardens as Sissinghurst , Great Dixter and Hidcote, formal in its structure but informal and rather wild in its style of planting.
That’s right, this beautiful garden has been given to us, the garden visitor, to enjoy for many, many years. It is a wonderfully stimulating garden, and an amazing gift. And, since a picture is worth a thousand words, I’ll let the garden speak for itself.
Once your done visiting Hollister house, please visit my fellow bloggers this month to see what they have in store for you!
Spring is a time of rebirth and renewal, it is a time of emergence.
For most, spring is an ending. An ending to a long winter, and a chance to return to the sunshine.
For those of us in the business of horticulture though, spring takes on a very different meaning. Spring is a time of beginning, a time to get back to work, a time to reconnect with life and with our greater purpose.
When you have worked seasonally for as long as I have, your own biorhythms sync with those of mother nature. You begin to grow weary as the days shorten in autumn, and feel renewed as the snow pack melts in spring. It is a connection to the natural world that isn’t found in most professions.
I welcome the change of each season joyfully, knowing that each tick of nature’s clock brings with it new wonders and the return of familiar old friends. Spring is especially welcome for me this year, as life has thrown me a few curves this winter. I could never hit a curve…
I am endlessly inspired by a meadow. I think my fascination began as a child in Danvers Massachusetts in the late 1960’s. We lived next to a field of tall grass that provided all that was needed to keep a young boy’s attention, a fallen tree, snakes, hiding places, etc… Another inspiration came from a book we read as children. I can’t recall the title, but remember the story vividly. In it a young boy is searching for the end of the earth. He looks everywhere for it, and eventually finds it in his own backyard, at the end of a meadow.
Meadows have remained magical places to me, and now as an adult I am drawn to them as inspiration for pattern, color, and as example of how plant communities evolve in nature. Meadows are often photographed in late summer and early fall, as that is the time they are most alive and display such great beauty. There is, however, amazing inspiration to be found in a meadow during all four seasons, and I have found myself lately drawn to the early spring meadows that dot the nearby landscapes. Flush with the faded colors of last year’s growth, and ready to burst forth with a new season’s wonder, I am energized by the beauty of this transitional time.
These photos are from a meadow in Simsbury, Connecticut. Bordering a youth sports field, and at the foot of a ridge, it is a place of natural beauty nestled into american suburbia, and I am anxiously awaiting what it reveals next!