This week has been rather busy, with the planting in full swing at the Tribeca garden. Monday saw the soil being delivered and put into the planters, while a truck went out to Long Island to fetch the first large load of shrubs that I'd picked out a while ago. Above and below, the shrubs are delivered to the site in the early morning, Tuesday.
Although I'd been living with a plan (albeit morphing after the first watercolour rendering) for months, it is not really till all the plants are on site that one can see how they belong, or don't. It's a tense moment. All the planning, all the money, and suddenly it's here, in reality, not on paper or in one' s head, and it had better look good.
Scratching girdled rootballs helps.
Yesterday, Jason in Gardening Position No. 1, tucking in one of five Ilex crenatas. I like the graffitti.
And today, Kirstin in Gardening Position No. 2, bent over with some ferns.
Robert and the shopvac, the miracle terrace cleaner.
The terrace dance. We were on site with the irrigation and lighting crews, so a lot of footwork was required not to fall over each other.
Paulo at the watering stage.
No sign of the Russians? Oy vey. They were summarily dismissed. The story of The Missing Cilantro Pot will follow. I think.
Below, I like this view.
Furniture will follow, and the rest of the bamboos must still be planted in sturdy pots sunk in the other planters. It's phyllostachys ('running bamboo'), hence knows no bounds. No manners whatsoever.
Tomorrow I'll post a plant list for the one person who may be interested, but more for my own entertainment. It was lovely to be able to create a garden for people who are actually interested in plants, and in their innate, unique qualities. What blooms when, smells, what colours when...
I think I am happy with it. It's a strange experience seeing one's head-pictures become real. A lot of second guessing is involved. I think this will be a special garden, down the line.