From the Editor
How my garden grows …
Photograph by Bob Capazzo
I have killed impatiens, petunias, spider plants and, yes, even a cactus. If a garden center wants to claim that a species of plant is indestructible, they really should run it by me first. Gardening is an art, much like painting or singing; you either have “it” or you don’t. I don’t. Though the talent does run in my family—my grandmother’s enormous rock garden exploded with color every spring, my mother’s vegetable garden fed the family (and the deer) throughout the summer, and today my sister’s backyard is an oasis of flowering trees, colorful plants, ornamental grasses and butterfly bushes. Apparently I got the height gene instead of the know-what-to-water-when gene.
But being the Grim Reaper of the botanical world doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate gorgeous gardens. (You don’t have to be able to paint to appreciate a Picasso.) Every year I’m blown away by the gardens featured on the Garden Education Center’s annual tour. And last year was no exception.
Art director Holly Keeperman (who actually does have a green thumb) and I visited the gardens around town. One was more beautiful than the next. However, when we stepped foot onto Lucy Glasebrook’s property, we knew we were someplace truly special. A newly planted apple orchard, meticulously planned vegetable garden, parterre filled with color and texture, masses of pink roses and antique hardscape pieces were just a few of the surprises that awaited the throngs of visitors to this grand estate. We are thrilled to showcase this wonderland in this issue (“Elegance in Bloom,” page 82).
This year on June 10 the Garden Center will present another roundup of amazing gardens (visit gecgreenwich.org for details). I’ll most definitely be there. It’s enough to make anyone feel like a gardener for a day.