I can’t decide whether this goes into the Hall of Shame or if my neighbor is inadvertently channeling Christopher Lloyd, of Great Dixter. I pass this garden twice daily and think it is a garish, ill-designed mish-mash of color and concrete. What a funny border of pots on a gravel walk just inside the wall.
A charming eccentric gentleman, Mr. Lloyd was known for his passion for color and enthusiasm for gardening; he was not one to settle for a completed border and bravely ripped out established gardens to redesign and play with new combinations. He wrote, in The Guardian,
I am associated with bright, harsh colours because I do not mind using them when the situation suggests they are needed.
But I don’t think this exposed, but shady corner of the garden warrants such excitement. It surely makes the church-ladies swoon as they pass by. ‘What will the neighbors think?’
To give her credit, everything is growing well and is lush and healthy. And, to compare, are the colors in this arrangement of pots by Mr. Lloyd really any different?
Finally, I leave you with this combination of lily and peony,
which reminds me of Mr. Lloyd and his sweaters.
Then I turn around and cringe at my overgrown lawn with sickly 1950’s era foundation rhododendrons, in boring shades of pink and pink.
Who should talk, now?
[Link love back to May Dreams Gardens for the Garden Bloggers Bloom Day meme.]