giverny has a new gardener, an englishman. sacre bleu! you might say, but a good gardener is a good gardener and even the french understand that. read about him and his approach to gardening by going to this article in today’s l.a.times.
we are english gardeners, more of a jumble, less of a plan — not that we don’t think about what we’re doing, but we do have a tendency to keep adding without subtracting unlike the french with their patterns and trimming, and boxes and pansies here and lupine there, tulips and daffodils separated (god forbid they should touch each other, you know how they can be when left untended; it’s shocking their depravity).
that may be what we loved about giverny, monet’s garden northwest of paris, it has that feeling of abundance without thought, a certain abandonment of sensibility, freedom, lusciousness of color and shape and form.