Entries in garden (64)
I plan to lose myself in gardening this weekend. I certainly won't be able to lose myself in the garden. It needs so much work. I drawing inspiration from this casual garden in Ingleside, Sydney by landscape architect, author and TV host Brendan Moar. Casual but carefully planned. Low on maintenance and high on style. Is it wrong to want a fire pit so much more than a barbecue in the land of the shrimp on the barbie? A little bit cottage, a little bit native, a bit shabby chic. Perfect fit for my old house.
"This pavilion is designed as a three-season living room from which to enjoy the views of an exquisite urban garden. The room opens fully to the garden surrounding it, and frames views back to the house, pool, great lawn, woodland, and fire circle. It is purposefully built in a simple elegant palette of materials including polished concrete floors (with concealed radiant heating), zinc clad exterior in a black patina, simple plaster ceiling, and an aluminum & stone bar. A dark exterior helps it blend quietly with the surroundings, and also contrast to the light Indiana limestone and stucco main house. In every respect the pavilion is a quiet retreat from the main house; there you can feel as if you have left the city behind, and relax surrounded by a beautiful woodland garden, and the sounds of nature."
A woodland retreat at the end of the garden. How perfect! As are Brenda's evocative shots!
We have established that it is Monday. We have also established that I dream of escaping the drudgery of the work day. Perhaps the workplace wouldn't be so bad if I could spend my lunch breaks up on the roof, in a secret work garden. Get away from the everyday. Head for the hill. A green roof installation in the Melbourne CBD by BENT Architecture. Photography by Dianna Snape.
After a long dry winter, faced with the prospect of failed summer rains and a dying garden, I sit and stare at my computer screen green with envy. Two small courtyards by Sawyer Berson. Both in New York. Both lush, moist, marvellous. I can feel a faint mist in the air, a soft breeze ruffles the leaves in the trees while cool water naps carved stone. (You may recognise the second courtyard as Julianne Moore's.)