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.)
Those three words are synonymous with one style. Scandi style. I’m stalking a lovely light home in Skåne region of Sweden. The house is from the late 1800s, lovingly brought into the present. Simple and stylish. A pretty home set amongst pear trees behind white garden walls. What do I love most? It must be heaven to sit under pear blossom. Heaven. But when I tire of that there are always those amazing grey Douglas fir floors. More here.
If this garden was mine? As the day aged into late afternoon you’d find me, glass of wine in hand, listening to the wind in the trees and watching the grass dance. Peter Fudge Gardens.
As the temperature rises an Australian’s thoughts turns to summer survival. Number one on the list is water. Not to drink but to soak in. Cool cool water. Love this tank pool at the Mount Ninderry House by Sparks Architects. Photography by Roger D’Souza.