Garden Wisdom

"The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature.."  -Alfred Austin



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Jeff, Gardener in Chief

Contrary to popular opinion, some people in the Hamptons enjoy getting their hands dirty. I'm a self-taught gardener in East Hampton, NY that enjoys sharing my gardening experiences and inspiration with others. Hope you enjoy my blog and galleries.

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Italian Style

It's a cloudy day in the Hamptons. Good time to reflect upon the sunny, warm days spent in Florence this past May. One day on a walking tour of the southern bank of the Arno we happened upon the Bardini Gardens.

The gardens are very formal in style with lots of classical statues. However, there were a few areas that had a more natural look, including a fountain that spilled into a man-made stream with small fish.

The garden is on a very high hill with spectacular views of Florence. Down one path we found a cafe set up in the complex's Belvedere building portico. The perfect spot to savor the view and a cappuccino.






Kousa Dogwoods

The Kousa dogwoods are spectacular this year. This picture was taken about a week ago. They seem to bloom like this one year with a less exuberant show the following year. Guess they need a year of recovery. The blooms will turn into prickly berries that turn red by autumn. The birds just love these. And occasionally the squirrels will discover the tasty treats and gorge on them fighting away the birds.


Southern Transplant

Years ago, I took a division of a shrub from my father's garden at my childhood home in Little Rock, Arkansas. This was just before he and my mother moved to a new house. He called it a dogwood, but I have yet to find a dogwood like it. It looks like a Mock Orange, but it doesn't have a scent. It gets partial sun in my garden by the lower dining patio and, as you can see, it still blooms profusely. It has also grown to seven feet. He used to keep it pruned down, but I have left mine to grow up and curve gracefully downward. Regardless of what it is, I'm happy to have it in my Northern garden now that my father is gone. It's a beautiful remembrance of the man from whom I inherited my green thumb.