Travelogue: The New York Chinese Scholar’s Garden

Reposted from my ‘guest-blogger’ stint for John Tom Joel I never cease to be amazed by the number of design savvy New Yorkers I encounter who have absolutely no idea that one of the finest Chinese gardens outside of China can be found in–of all places–Staten Island! While the New York Chinese Scholar’s Garden is officially part…

Viva Vita! 02-3

From Even More For Your Garden By Vita Sackville-West Annuals for rock gardens?  This is surely a suggestion calculated to horrify anyone who regards a rock garden as a sanctuary for alpine plants expertly set in specially composed pockets between rock and rock, according to their demands of sun or shade, north or south aspect, scree or peat, moisture…

Viva Vita! 02-2

From In Your Garden By Vita Sackville-West I notice that people become enraged over the names of plants, and I don’t wonder. I wish only that they would not blame it on me. ‘Why.’ they write indignantly, ‘why can’t you give us a good honest English name instead of all this Latin?’ Well, whenever there…

TCG / February: To Rose Or Not To Rose

From The Curious Gardener  By Anna Pavord Fifty million stems of roses will be saying ‘I Love You’ on Valentine’s Day. If only the poet had said ‘My love is like a yellow, yellow tullip’, life would be much easier for the flower growers and sellers who have to fly roses thousands of miles from the more equable climates…

Why I Will Never Be A Landscape Architect!!!

For quite some time I’ve considered getting myself registered as a landscape architect. Not exactly the easiest task. In point of fact I should note that it has been quite some time that I decided NOT to take the Landscape Architecture Registration Exam (LARE)–seeing as how I’m already a registered architect and that there’s nothing…

Viva Vita! 02-1

From In Your Garden By Vita Sackville-West It is agreeable to turn for a change from the dutifully practical aspects of gardening to the consideration of something strange, whether we can hope to grow it for ourselves or not. A wet February evening seemed just the time for such an indulgence of dreams, and in an instant I found my…