When founding LongHouse Reserve, Jack Lenor Larsen decided early on that outdoor sculpture would be as integral to it as the gardens and landscaping.
  On an unseasonably warm day in early March, a tour of the LongHouse Reserve’s gardens began on the Golden Path, where Barmstead gold, a late bloomer in the reserve’s winter-flowering witch hazel collection, was still resplendent...
When we think of primulas, or at least when I do, we envision richly colored candelabras growing by streams and other wet places, small gems in the screes and crevices of the high mountains of Europe and China, or even the tender house plants we get to cheer us through the winter.
As LongHouse celebrates its 25th anniversary this year, it will be observing the ninth year of a program for student artists.
Somewhere in East Hampton Town, in a patch of woods just off a residential road, the last blooming yellow-fringed orchid in New York State emerged last summer from a tangle of dead leaves and fallen branches.
What could be more romantic than sitting on a patio on a summer’s evening basking in the perfume of flowers, listening to the distant sound of the ocean, and looking out toward Wainscott Pond on the horizon as white flowers fade into the dusk...
I go on every garden tour on the South Fork, whether put on by Guild Hall, the Parrish Art Museum, the Animal Rescue Fund, St. Ann’s or St. Luke’s Episcopal Churches, the Madoo Conservancy, and other organizations and historical...
Victoria Fensterer has been reimagining East Hampton gardens for a long time. She came to attention here when she brought the grounds at the infamous estate known as Grey Gardens back to their former glory, and she has been focusing on secret...
The Star’s hunter-gatherer, Durell Godfrey, has a garden that’s sort of a yard and a yard that's sort of a garden. Here are some favorite adornments.
Autumn on the East End, where oaks are the dominant trees, is mostly muted shades of russet and gold. Toward its peak on sunny days the foliage becomes a rich tapestry, but lacks the pizazz of New England with its brilliant reds.
During the last few weeks as the season has slipped from summer to autumn two shrubs have captured my attention and captivated my fancy.
It’s been readily apparent that some crape myrtles here were badly damaged by two brutal winters, while others escaped seemingly unscathed. That raises questions. Which ones are most adaptable to the East End, and under what conditions?
Before summer slips away and while our memories are fresh, it’s a good idea to take note of the winners, sinners, and those we’re not sure about in this year’s gardens.