Inspired by the lovely gardens of the late Nicole de Vesian in Provence, I am working on developing a clipped garden to the north of our kitchen, so the view from our balcony will always be green and orderly. Not that I’m really the orderly type – but over the past few years I have found the profusion of roses, foxgloves and delphiniums I had planted in long and deep perennial beds, slightly overwhelming and busy. And when the gorgeous, blowsy spring show is over and the harsh light of the Australian summer burns out the colour, the effect looks raggedy very quickly. And by Christmas it is tired and hot and exhausted.
So bit by bit I’m removing all the flowering perennials from the section closest to the house and replacing them with clipped box, cistus, bay, Viburnum Tinus and miniature abelia. It requires a lot of patience as the plants need to be spaced far enough apart for future growth and so there’s a lot of mulch still on view! But one day, I am dreaming of a view such as this seen at the Château de Marqueyssac.
The Gardens Of Marqueyssac
Comfortably nestled into the hills of Perigord are the Gardens Of Marqueyssac. The gardens were planted in 1861 by Julien De Cerval – a maniacal gardener who gave the last thirty years of his life to build Marqueyssac. Boxwoods were chosen as a key plant of the garden because of their fullness, robust texture, and radiant green color. Every path in the garden was put there with an acute intent, what seems accidental and whimsical, was in fact carefully thought out. De Cerval wanted to create a romantic experience for the garden’s visitors where they would get lost within the paths and enjoy the organic shapes of the plants. In recent years the gardens and nearby castles went under a full renovation to restore De Cervals early dream of the garden and bring people from all over the world to witness it.
In May this year, following a memorable visit to London’s Chelsea Flower Show, RHS Wisley, Hidcote, Daylesford and various theatre and gallery outings, we had lunch at Petersham Nurseries . It was impressive – simple, seasonal, perfectly prepared and presented. Paul and I ordered the asparagus starter – served simply with boiled eggs, a capsicum and chilli coulis and sprinkled with edibles. So fresh and full of flavour … truly delicious. Inspired, I came home and planted more asparagus in the garden. You have to wait for a few years to get a good crop, but once established your crowns will deliver daily delights each Spring for 20 years or more. There is nothing like the taste of those spears cut early in the morning and poached quickly for the breakfast plate. Just add butter. Don’t mess around with asparagus … it’s paradise just on its own if picked fresh. And then overnight, as if by magic, up they come again, little lovely fat spears waiting to be cut again the following day. I’ll never forget one year at Country Trader‘s very swanky Christmas party there were giant bowls of asparagus in the most extravagant display I’d ever seen … voluminous bunches accompanied by Hollandaise sauce. Dip, sip, dip, sip. Bollinger Champagne and fresh, warm asparagus … heaven!
I visited London last May to attend the Chelsea Flower Show which was, as always amazing … but for me, an even more enjoyable highlight of this visit was a trip to Petersham Nurseries. It had long been on my list to visit and I was keen to try the restaurant made famous by Australian chef Skye Gyngell. As it turned out Skye had recently left and another Aussie girl was heading up the kitchen. The food was sensational and the atmosphere of this unique venue is uplifting and inspiring. These lovely old glass buildings have been converted into restaurant (still with dirt floor), chic cafe, gift shop and nursery. It’s gorgeous. Completely stunning. Be sure to add it to your list when next you’re in London. It’s not a garden persay, but so lavish in gardenalia it’s a must see for gardening enthusiasts and anyone who appreciates really clever retail and creative merchandising.
Today I’m making plans for a little waterfall into our new duck pond. This will aerate the water and provide a pleasant watery sound in the garden. The plan is that it will emerge mysteriously from a densely planted shrubbery and meander down a pebble lined creek bed, under a little bridge and into the pond where the ducks like to play. I need to be sure about the right plants for such a feature so that it will look appealing but natural and not too contrived. Of course there is no lovelier water feature than the one in the images below – the spectacular water lily ponds at Monet’s Garden near Giverny in France.
I visited Monet’s Garden with my brother Peter back in 1988 when it had not long been opened to the public after a major restoration by an American philanthropist. What an experience … standing in Monet’s very bedroom looking out over the gardens that inspired so much of his work. He made the gardens especially to provide subject material without ever having to leave home! Planting over the years on a massive scale to create swathes of light and shadow, blocks of colour and magical water features to challenge his ability to paint reflected light. If you’ve never been, go! About one hour from Paris by train – stop at Giverny and take a short 3 mile taxi ride to the gardens. No picnicking allowed, so be sure to eat something first … and take your best camera. There are many books about this wonderful garden, and ‘The Magic of Monet’s Garden’ is my favourite.
Impressionist Claude Monet (1840-1926) created a magnificent five-acre garden that he considered to be his greatest artistic achievement. It was restored in 1980 and is now the most visited garden of its size in the Western world. With its spectacular color combinations and distinctive structural elements, the Monet garden at Giverny, France, inspires the dreams of thousands of gardeners.
Award-winning garden writer and photographer Derek Fell has visited Giverny many times and always admired the beauty of its plantings and the subtle balance of colors. After years of carefully studying Monet’s design and plantings, he shares the artist’s secrets. In The Magic of Monet’s Garden, Fell reveals Monet’s breathtaking color harmonies and describes how the artist “painted” his living masterpiece. He guides the reader on how to scale down Monet’s ideas for the home garden, with attention to:
Understanding the laws of colors
Building color harmonies
Creating innovative combinations
Recognizing the power of monochromatic plantings
Using black in the garden
Working with structure and form
Building rhythm and surprise
Capitalizing on sunlight and shadow
Incorporating water features
Attracting birds and butterflies.
With 175 color photographs and illustrations and a dozen detailed planting plans, The Magic of Monet’s Garden will inspire and instruct home gardeners to create their own versions of Giverny.
Everywhere you look in France there are flowers. On every corner another stunningly beautiful flower shop. At every market, stalls of proudly displayed blooms – buckets and baskets of them as far as the eye can see. Postnote: We will be offering seasonal cut flowers on weekends at The Potting Shed and we are busily sourcing local growers for peonies, hydrangeas, old world roses and heirloom perennials. If you are a grower and have product to sell, please don’t hesitate to contact me on 0419 154 860.
I found this article in France Today which I thought you might enjoy.
The Camargue—that wide strip of land between sky and sea that stretches across arms of the Rhône—is not just a paradise for birds and white horses. Its marshes are put to work producing crystalline salt, its broad flatlands produce some of the world’s finest rice, and its grassy fields are home to black cattle whose lean, delicious meat is recognized for its healthful properties.
If you have time for only one restaurant in the Camargue, it should be Armand Arnal’s La Chassagnette. Seemingly out in the middle of nowhere, the tall, quiet chef presides over a restaurant both simple and sophisticated. Simple, because he uses only fruits and vegetables from his own organic garden, no matter the season. His immense potager, which inspires rapt admiration in most visitors, produces treasures he transforms into the most elegant of dishes. For Arnal, vegetables are not an accompaniment but a noble product, worthy of all his attention, and ours. It’s sophisticated, because he knows how to take a fish, caught that morning or the night before, and use it to compose a dish that seems quite unpretentious but is the result of some fairly profound thought. Take the marinated lisette, a small mackerel that he serves with a broccoli purée, black sesame and preserved lemon; or the duck raised in the rice fields, served with ribbons of root vegetables in a sweet-and-sour sauce and a sprinkling of caramelized pine nuts; or the dessert of fennel sorbet, vanilla granité and fennel confit. Born in Montpellier, Arnal formerly worked with Alain Ducasse, notably in his New York restaurant for several years. Arriving at La Chassagnette in 2006, he won a Michelin star in 2009. Although he’s proud of it, he says a star was not his primary motivation— what he likes is creating cuisine tied to its locality, and in the Camargue he has found his niche. Route de Sambuc (betwee Arles and Le Sambuc)04.90.97.26.96 www.chassagnette.fr
Years ago on one of my trips to London, I took a train to Cambridge and got lost down a country lane. Walking in a daydream through the prettiness that is Cambridge in May, past grazing goats and children on bikes, I turned into a gate to ask for directions. I was met by an elderly gardener in a tweed vest and cap who smiled kindly at me as I explained my dilemma and from whence I had come. All the way from Australia and now lost in the woods with no idea how to get back to the village. He led me into the garden and offered me a cup of tea as he had just boiled the kettle. It turned out this was the garden where the Queen Mother’s prize winning geraniums were grown! What a treat. Here I was in the private domain of one of Britain’s most beloved royals. We had tea, I was shown the hothouses where row upon of terra cotta pots lined the benches in a profusion of colour and gorgeousness. It was a fleeting visit but I have never forgotten it. Naturally.