Discovering Local Treasures
One of the best things about attending local garden tours is the discovery of all these gorgeous places nearby I would have never otherwise known about including little lakes, villages, and fantastic old manors. Sometimes they’re in the middle of nowhere, other times they are tucked away in the middle of the city. I had no idea these beauties existed around here when we were first house hunting. The next time we’re moving, we’ll have a lot more insider information to know what is truly possible.
This rural property looked like it had fallen into disrepair and the current owner was working very hard to resuscitate both the elaborate old Victorian home and the huge, once formal, gardens.
I couldn’t get a good photo of the house at the front of the property because
a) it was behind a very tall stone wall (I love those!),
b) it was not fifteen feet from the road (less snow to shovel), and
c) it was covered in vines (free air conditioning). I mean COVERED in vines. In the shade.
I probably should have tried harder now that I think about it but we arrived at an extremely mosquitoey time and I was trying to conserve my blood supply.
Old Stone Foundation
This white structure looks like a conservatory or greenhouse but it actually houses an indoor swimming pool complete with very bold rich blue tile work. I’m sure it was very fancy schmancy back in the day. The border garden at right is about two hundred feet long. It was quite spectacular. Behind it are the veg gardens and perennial starter beds. There was enough raised bed space to supply the entire county.
Run! It’s A Wolf!
Poppies and Lupines and More
The ambition of the garden is not to be understated. The entire property is 20+ acres and at least 3 acres have been planted with these giant wowy-powy beds. The homeowner was all on her own with the help of one professional landscaper. They seemed to share the same vision for the future of the gardens which is rare and great.
And who shouldn’t have their own private lake? There were many signs of cottage life of generations long gone: old, falling down bunkies (small sleeping cabins) and canoes, tire swings, and outdoor game equipment like croquet.
But before you swoon and reminisce, please note again that on this particular day it was the most mosquito-infested place I have ever visited, rivaling Northern Ontario during black fly season. This is not the norm though: it had just rained a lot and I am a human biting bug magnet. A week later when the dry season began, I’m sure it was livable. Otherwise we wouldn’t all be living here.
There were also several of these stone outbuildings. They are quite common in this area and so attractive. Given my fetish for tiny houses, I’d just need to enlarge the windows to live there quite happily.
Besides the wolf sculpture, there were several other metal works of art including this foxy urn. They were well-placed within their gardens, creating eye-catching focal points amongst masses and masses of garden.