Words fail me in trying to describe how much I adored and what I loved about this garden, and why it spoke so eloquently to me. It was simply jaw-droppingly, eye-poppingly gorgeous. Unfortunately, I fear that I've set you all up for disappointment -- because of the harsh, bright sun, most of the pictures I took are terrible, and do not do it justice. I've discovered a love of orange since moving to Washington, a love I can't explain, and this garden used that color a lot. It also employed a lot of collectibles such as porcelain ornaments, which I have a fondness for.
As the bus pulled away from the garden, I posted on Facebook: "I've just been to Heaven and I didn't even have to die first."
Garden Description by Ann Nichols:
"When eco-visionary landscape designer Bob Clark first visited Ann Nichols’ house in the late 90’s, he found a boring narrow walkway along the side that led up from the street to the back yard. Today one is drawn toward a whimsical fence built of tree branches and ropes which Cristo and Robinson Crusoe might have built together. One climbs past gurgling water that passes through salvage pipes onto shells, then along a mini-canal and into ponds surrounded by her personal collectibles embedded in cement. On the wall at the top, a mirror set within a mosaic mural invites the curious visitor into the back yard.
On the other side of the gate, one discovers a yard on many levels, each designed as an outdoor room. The black and silver garden, called the entry “parlor,” is bordered by a wooden fence and two cement walls. Another mirror hangs from the fence, as if to say “you are here!” Jasmine, a Japanese maple, Heucheras, black mondo grass and various ferns create a restful spot for a visitor to sit and enjoy the cool shade.
Going past the patio, one enters the white garden. White digitalis, gardenias, white day lilies and other flowers whose hues range from chalk to cream give this room its color. Up another level lies a lawn, bordered brightly colored flower beds.
Higher on the hill is the Rose garden. Weeping Sequoia, tied together, form an allee into this fragrant garden underplanted with blue flowered perennials. Forget-Me-Nots, Salvias, Clematis, Irises, and Geraniums color this room, as does the blue star creeper that grows between the patio pavers.
|A view of the Nichols front garden from the bus window|
|Aloe polyphylla/Spiral Aloe in the front garden|
|A smaller spiral Aloe in a swath of Oxalis|
|Probably Manfreda undulata 'Chocolate Chips'|
|Bromelaids and a Dyckia tucked under an enormous Agave attenuata|
|An enormous Bromeliad in the front garden|
|A bumpy Echevaria|
|Tall, heavily blooming Brugmansia next to a large Begonia luxurians|
|A succulent surges down the steps in waves|
|The crevices of the date palm in the front garden have various Tillandsias and Sedums tucked in|
|Blooming Bromeliad -- such amazing colors and flowers|
|Begonia luxurians and a large-leafed Rhododendron|
|A cute vignette at the beginning of the stairs that go up the side of the house into the back garden|
|Another vignette -- I'm sensing a theme|
|Cats also appear in the garden in various incarnations|
|The first of several small ponds that you encounter as you make your way up the side of the house. It's covered with an ingenious and beautiful steel grate designed to keep raccoons out.|
|Terra cotta pipes have been salvaged and repurposed as plant containers|
|Two more small ponds, further up|
|Various collectibles embedded in the concrete edges of the pond|
|Pitcher plants and Bromeliads|
|In the back garden, water drips from a column, backed up by another huge Brugmansia (so sorry the sun has washed it out)|
|A door mural painted onto a concrete wall|
|Barberry ('Rosy Glow'?) and apricot-colored cactus Dahlias|
|Two stately and overpowering clusters of bright orange Cannas with striped leaves (possibly Canna 'Tropicanna') flank the stairs to the garden's next level.|
|As you walk through the pleached evergreens you see the actual gate from the mural, with its cutout kitty-cat garden ornament.|
|Another vignette from the garden|
|Astilboides tabularis? in a pot|
|The black and white garden was tucked away in a shady spot and so restful after all that sun and flaming orange|
|Imagine having this view of the garden from your kitchen|
I could have spent all day here, I would eagerly have traded time in any of the other gardens we visited during the Fling for more time here. There was so much to see, and so many things I didn't capture with my camera. I suppose I should have started at the beginning of the Fling and covered every garden in detail from the first day to the last. But this garden was one of the last, on the last day, and I loved it and wanted to share it.
So here it is.