New York: one woman, one garden, twelve seasons.
wow - an excellent article, somehow you managed to cover it all. Your last sentence brought a lump to my throat and blurry eyes - how can I explain that? Just love love love this place, I suppose.
I echo what Marijke said. And fabulous pictures showcasing a fabulous garden.
I can smell the helichrysum .. I too had a lump in my throat. I love this garden and it is where we scattered my father's ashes last year, because he had loved it too. Thank you for a wonderful article Marie.