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To enter Monet’s private world you must first walk through a dark tunnel under the busy road that separates the house and front garden, the Clos Normand, from the famous water garden. Yes, that water garden. The place with mysterious, reflective, pools and graceful willows whose branches hang low over the water, where the elegant wisteria-covered Japanese bridge frames the view of the beautiful water lilies Monet painted time and again.
In Monet’s time, he could walk out the front door and cross a small footbridge to reach the gate, but tourists are another matter. With all the grace of migrating wildlife, they are a hazard on what is now a busy road, so the tunnel gets them safely to a space that draws hundreds of thousands each year.
Stepping out of the tunnel and into the filtered light of the water garden is to step back in time. Thanks to the archivists, benefactors and a team of gardeners who have worked to restore the garden, the landscape is not much different than it was when the painter was there, when he walked the winding paths or sat on a bench to study the play of light and shadow on water. Turn a corner and the view is somehow familiar. You have the feeling you have been here before.
Monet’s gardens are as much a masterpiece as any canvas he created. He did not move into a house in the Normandy countryside in 1883 and simply settle down to paint what was there. Instead, he approached the land around the house he continued to improve and enlarge the way he created each painting, methodically, with layers and and an obsessive attention to color and light. He set out to create the garden he wanted to paint and it soon consumed him.
As I strolled—I was there in early September, just after the height of the tourist season, and there were fewer people sharing the paths with me than might have been a few weeks before—I marveled at the construction of what surrounded me. What seemed to be a riot of plants was as carefully thought out and orchestrated as the brushstrokes on one of his paintings.
Vine-covered arches over the central path, thick with trailing nasturtiums, frame the entrance to the farmhouse creating a vanishing point at the front door. Giant dahlias, with blooms as big as cantaloupes, towered over me. The garden welcomed me. It embraced me.
I stopped to watch one of the gardeners, almost hidden by the plants as she crouched to remove spent blooms, and a passing guide noticed. We chatted for a few minutes and then she said something that stays in my mind.
“For Monet the garden was not about any one flower. It was about the effect, the way the colors and textures and light worked together.”
He called it painting with nature.
Monet never stopped working. At the end of his life, his vision clouded by cataracts, his focus narrowed to the water garden. He built a studio for the purpose of painting large canvasses of the water lilies that covered the mirrored pond. The paintings that still hang in the Orangerie in Paris today.
I have been to France a number of times, I’ve gazed at his work in museums all over the world, and yet I’d never visited Monet’s gardens just 50 miles from Paris. I’m sorry it took me so long to get there.
Cheryl-Anne Millsap is a travel writer whose audio essays can be heard on Spokane Public Radio and on public radio stations across the country. She is the author of ‘Home Planet: A Life in Four Seasons’ and can be reached at email@example.com
Took this photo of the raspberries growing in our backyard. We've got a bumper crop this year and they are so delicious!
How is your garden doing this year?
Native plants bugged by interesting visitors
FLORA – Pollination and other services provided to native plants by insects will be explored in a free program by Nan Vance, retired Forest Service research plant scientist, 7 p.m., May 9 at Gladdish Community Center in, Pullman WA.
Info: (208) 874-3205.
WILDLIFE — The Associated Garden Clubs of Spokane are presenting their 26th annual Yard & Garden Tour on Sunday, Aug. 7, from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.
This tour has a wide variety of ideas for landscaping, and one always comes away with tips on gardening for wildlife,such as hummingbirds and butterflies.
Tickets are $10 each (children under 12 are free).
Tickets are available the day of the tour, at each of the six locations:
- 5217 N Madison
- 824 W Queen
- 4029 N Cedar
- 3903 N Whitehouse
- 3225 W 7th Avenue
- 1026 S Carousel Ln
I don’t need a calendar to tell me what’s happening, and it doesn't matter where I am. I just have to open my eyes to see the change of seasons.
The light has, for weeks now, had a golden cast as it slopes down over the tops of the fir, pine, chestnut and oak trees in my neighborhood. The air is cool and sweet in the morning, tinged with traces of rain the night before.
The roses in my backyard and in the park are all in bloom, one last exuberant burst of color with flowers so large and heavy they bend the thin stems that hold them to the bush.
Everywhere I go, I am surrounded by the flush of energy and impatience that comes with autumn.
Recently, I climbed into the saddle of a trail-savvy horse on a ranch in Montana. But the moment I put my feet in the stirrups I could feel the vibration. The horse couldn’t stand still. He pranced and danced, shaking his head at every tug of the reins. Finally, surrendering to the knowledge that I was no match for him, I turned around and headed back to the stable.
“What gotten into him?” I asked the cowgirl who took the frisky horse from me.
“Oh, he can feel the changes coming,” she told me as she pulled him in. “They can get like that this time of year.”
Then, last week, standing in an Oregon meadow just as the late afternoon sun washed across the clover, I stopped to watch a pair of Flickers as they moved back and forth between trees, perching and calling before moving on to hunt more insects. Robins, young adolescents still staying close to their mothers, always ready for an easy meal, flew low overhead, swooping across the field like a chorus of dancers on stage. Every creature was busy.
When my flight landed and pulled into my own driveway, home at last, I dropped my bags in the house and took a minute to breathe, strolling around the flower beds, settling in before catching up on work and housework.
I stopped to admire a rose I’d transplanted in June and noticed a twig, with three curling and drying leaves, blown from a nearby tree, draped around it like roses around the neck of the derby winner. It was the last of summer and the first of fall in a race - a dead heat - to mark the change of seasons.
No calendar page can pinpoint when it begins. But the soft, subtle, signs are everywhere I look.
Cheryl-Anne Millsap is a freelance columnist for The Spokesman-Review. Her essays can be heard on Spokane Public Radio and on public radio stations across the country. She is the author of “Home Planet: A Life in Four Seasons” and can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org
I got up early to get started on what promises to be a busy day. My first stop was the Boutiques and Blooms sale at the home of Holly Dalke. The sale is part of the Inland Empire Gardener's Club Spokane in Bloom Tour.
Dalke's beautiful white farmhouse is the perfect setting for such a summery event. Local antiques and crafts vendors set up their tents and displays with fun vintage wares and handmade items. Dalke, owner of Shabby Stems, provided one-of-a-kind greenery with funky items planted with lush perennials and annuals.
I couldn't stay long, but I did have time to chat with GardenStone Creations diva, Kelly Tareski, as well as the ladies from Unexpected Necessities. Cedar House Soaps, A Country Hen and other vendors were there with lots of fun finds.
My finds? I brought home a couple of vintage aprons from Michelle Chastain's Audubon Home and Cottage. I prefer the full-length aprons to those that tie around the waist so I always pick them up when I see them. The faded vintage cotton prints are so sweet.
The day's not over yet. If you have time, head over to Boutiques and Blooms. For more photos Continue reading...