Saturday, May 14, 2011

The Good Times Garden



Imagine a wonderful place where you laugh and open champagne bottles with a sabre. You feel protected and cared for even in the heat of Summer. The air is redolent with jasmine and roses. I know of such a place and feel very lucky every time I visit this very special garden every time I visit, such as I did this week. But as every gardener knows, it is not the plants that make a garden unique but the people that inhabit it. Just a little thank you to all of the incredible friends that I have in Provence who make my living here so very worth while.






13 comments:

Jane and Lance Hattatt said...

Hello Heather:
Gardens which are predominantly green and white, as this one appears to be, are amongst our favourites, as are those which contain a strong structure, very visible in this one too. For our part, the hotter the climate the less need there is for strong, vibrant colours outside.

How lovelyto be able to enjoy this garden from time to time.

Acquired Objects said...

What a beautiful garden and I'm so jealous of your French life! It sounds like heaven on earth!

cityfarmer said...

are you taking reservations?

Anonymous said...

Living in a major desert...i really appreciate the cool beauty of these garden pics...gorgeous!!!

Tracy said...

If ever there were places for sabrage, it's these. I'm thinking many summer evening thoughts, with candles, and laughter, with bare feet dances and conversation that makes your brain hum. You must you must... then do, as you continue to do, share with those of us in lesser settings.

Lost in Provence said...

Thank you so much for your comments everyone and I hope that you are all having an excellent weekend.

Debra, my life here is still filled with bills to pay and laundry to do and whatnot but I do appreciate so much the possibility for beauty here. I am sure that we all have it wherever we are, it is just a different kind.

Les H's, yes, our friend is a big believer in all white gardens. She suggested that I do the same for our inner courtyard, which was why I found it so funny when the camillas bloomed and they were the most outrageous Schiaperelli pink!

Cityfarmer, table for two confirmed for 8 pm this evening but you better hurry if you are going to make your flight. ;)

Anonymous, I think it takes tons of courage to live in a desert. I felt stripped down just stepping a tiny bit into the Sahara.

Trace, mwah.

Concrete Jungle said...

Spoiled here in the tropics where the jungle takes over and results are practically overnight if you get it right... the 'control' of a garden in a dryer clime has a certain appeal....although Schiaperelli pink is my favorite of course with white!

Lost in Provence said...

Yes, Heather, you do color so well but here white is the faboo option for a village garden. It just is! You are so lucky to have such an easy playing field. My courtyard garden has been so difficult--I did better on the fire escape in NYC!

Looking Glass said...
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Looking Glass said...

Heather! Thank you for the sweetest of comments on our blog. It always makes me smile to know that someone enjoys our posts :-)

Such gorgeous pictures in this post, by the way!

~ Clare x

Molly said...

love all these beautiful gardens:)

Luciane at HomeBunch.com said...

Hi,

This is my very first time here and I'm really enjoying your blog. It's full of great things to see!

Please, drop by if you have a minute!'

Have a great day!

xo

Luciane at HomeBunch.com

robin said...

The word that pops into my head is the one that Drew used repeatedly in Vero Beach last weekend: verdant! Oh, and pride, which is what I feel whenever I read my sister's beautiful posts! : )