We had our first killing frost of the season over the weekend, and I took the opportunity to do a final chapter in my series on a country garden. You can see the previous posts at the end of August, at the height of summer, and at the beginning of June. The bones of the garden are now exposed and you can see the framework on which the beautiful gardens have been built.
The cutting garden took a big hit with the first frost and all of the remaining dahlias dropped overnight. They will now be cut down and the tubers will be overwintered in the greenhouse, to be planted again next spring. You can just barely see my hand holding this dahlia.
I left the cutting garden and began walking over to the vegetable garden. It’s immediately apparent how much thought, and work, has gone into making this such a special place, when you see vistas like this one.
And beyond him, a classical allée of trees culminating in the focal point of an even more classical urn and a bench for resting, and contemplating how fortunate I am to be able to spend time in a place like this.
While I am anxious to take pictures of the garden in the snow, I’d be happy if it’s still a month or so before it arrives!