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.
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?
Roses are undergoing what may be one of their most transformative changes since the first repeat-blooming flowers reached Europe from China about 250 years ago. That is a brash statement, I realize, but more true than not.
Planters filled with roses, succulents, thyme, and moss soaked up the steady drizzle on Saturday afternoon as attendees at the LongHouse Reserve assessed the creations while balancing umbrellas and ballots.
The Madoo Conservancy in Sagaponack will hold its annual garden sale and celebration, Much Ado About Madoo, this weekend. The festivities begin tomorrow with a benefit cocktail preview party from 6 to 8 p.m.
Last summer I was obsessing over the purple-leaved redbud Cercis canadensis Forest Pansy. It had been planted in the early 1990s behind a large oak, and only glimpses of the foliage could be seen from the lawn and the house. It was perfect and charming.