In 1988, my husband, 21-month-old son, and I (hugely pregnant) moved into the home of my husband’s former Italian professor and beloved friend. In the nearly 50 years that Bianca and her husband lived here, she had created a beautiful landscape surrounding her Dutch colonial-style home, a landscape that we neglected for nearly 20 years except for necessary maintenance. Now, with no more swim meets, soccer games, chauffeuring, etc., I have the time to devote to cleaning up the gardens as well as adding my own touches.
I’m learning as I go, and making some mistakes, but I hope that Bianca — who died in 1994 — and my late mother, a Master Gardener herself, would approve … or at least appreciate the amateurish attempts.
This blog is a diary of my efforts. All suggestions are welcome.