Sunday, December 22, 2024

Never Met a Patch of White Gravel They Couldn't Admire

A while ago, I noticed that Facebook sometimes showed me "garden"-related posts that looked like this:

They were intermittent, and mixed into a lot of other dross, so it took a while but at some point I realized they were generally coming from the same source, called Garden Decor Ideas. So I went to see what other great gardening ideas they had to offer.

You may not be surprised that the vast majority of their garden ideas involve a lot of white rocks, turf grass, hardscape, and not a lot of flowering plants that make any kind of a mess.

Looking at the neighboring roof lines and the limited sizes of the back yards, I believe this promoter must be in the UK. I don't know if this look is popular there, but it's not what I have in mind when I think of English gardens. 


2 comments:

Michael Leddy said...

In Willa Cather's novel The Professor's House, there's a garden of gravel called a "French garden":

There was not a blade of grass; it was a tidy half-acre of glistening gravel and glistening shrubs and bright flowers. There were trees, of course; a spreading horse-chestnut, a row of slender Lombardy poplars at the back, along the white wall, and in the middle two symmetrical, round-topped linden-trees. Masses of green-brier grew in the corners, the prickly stems interwoven and clipped until they were like great bushes. There was a bed for salad herbs. Salmon-pink geraniums dripped over the wall. The French marigolds and dahlias were just now at their best—such dahlias as no one else in Hamilton could grow.

The description carries eerie suggestions of conquest, given the professor's interest in "Spanish adventurers" in the southwest.

Daughter Number Three said...

That garden sounds full of flowers, compared to these. Though also extremely formal controlled.