|Roof garden at the Palace on the Ganges, Varanasi, India
An Editor Edits Her Garden
A chance encounter on an Amtrak train led me to a small village and Carrie Tuhy’s enchanted cottage and garden. The conversation was of nothing more consequential than the proximity of rail service from Manhattan to the Hudson River Valley, where Carrie spends whatever time she can carve out away from the city. “Do you think it’s possible,” I asked, “to find a modest house in a small village on a street with sidewalks and neighbors?” “I just did that,” she replied,“ and invited me to tea that afternoon.
|The cottage in spring
Carrie is a former magazine editor (Real Simple, InStyle) who is now the co-founder of Second Lives Club, a blog for women who are jumpstarting the next phase of their lives, which she did with a retreat from the corporate world and the purchase of her house. It is a picture-perfect, 1940’s Cape with three rooms down, two rooms up and a bath-and-a-half. On a corner lot, it has a front yard, a side yard, a back yard, a picket fence, and a very ambitious, aging garden.
|Viburnum anchoring front door
|The side yard
“The garden is the work of the three women who lived here over a long period of time – 60 years -- and it’s taken me five years to begin to understand it,” Carrie reports. A tidy picket fence surrounds the house, with a few ornamental trees planted inside the fence. They are almost crowded out now by the trees outside the fence, installed by a zealous village street tree planting program.
The long border lining the walk to the front door is a fine example of why such borders should always be perpendicular to the house rather than parallel. While looking down the length of the border from the house to the street you see none of the empty spaces that are inevitable in a mixed border. Only when you are parallel to the border do you have an opportunity to examine all your mistakes.
|The front yard
Alongside the house is a crowded group of spirea ready for division, leading to a trellised alcove, the first of a number of garden “rooms.” Directly off the sunroom, the trellis is graced by an apple tree, espaliered by Carrie. About 9 x12, this small room is perfect for a morning coffee, or afternoon tea and a nap. The aforementioned sunroom is ideal for a writer, but it is a shed in the garden that has captured the writer’s heart in Carrie. “I thought I would be able to write there, like Virginia Wolfe did at her writing lodge at Monk House in East Sussex. It has become instead a theatre of memory, filled with souvenirs of travel and sentimental objects considered too personal for the more public rooms.
|Patio terrace outside the sunroom
|The shed interior
And so the editor steps in. Gardens are not static, and for every gardener there is a moment when just enough becomes too much. The small ornamental trees are battling with the street trees. Perhaps the formal herb garden in the middle of the rear garden should be replaced with a calm lawn. Perhaps the vines, if thinned, would let a little air in. Isn’t the once-sheltering clematis now a shroud? Have the roses on the trellis stopped blooming?
|The shed exterior