Bloomsday

Durell Godfrey

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 societies.

From terraces and follies to porches and ponds, pools that look like pools and some that look like ponds, ponds that are so shallow they would be puddles if they weren’t so big . . . I’ve seen gates and pergolas, trellises and fountains, bosky dells, meadows, woodlands, raised beds and sunken gardens, bridges over streams and bridges over streams of nothing but pebbles.

Cabbage roses, putting greens, croquet courts, and hydrangeas from white to green to baby-blue. Rustic seats and stone benches, Adirondack chairs, wind chimes and birdhouses, flagpoles and kinetic sculpture, ornamental grasses, trees pleached and pollarded, copper beeches and tree peonies, succulents on the ground and on the roof, buddhas large and small, gardens separated from houses by moats, and hedges and hedges and hedges.

Here are some photos of a few of my favorites.

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