Ah!! BREATHE. THE GOOD TIMES ARE HERE

 The weather has been a horrible tease this past few weeks. Those of us who live in the desert are anxious for those cool, clear desert mornings and warm afternoons to follow one of the hottest summers on record. We were blessed with a few cool mornings and high temperatures in the 80s and then right back into summer again. Thankfully those 100° days were short-lived and fall is here. I know because my Philippine violet, Barleria cristata, is blooming. The bloom is more to do with shortening days than temperature but the two do go hand in hand.

The Philippine violet is my miracle plant. It was a small seedling from my Austin garden which I potted up in a 4" pot and brought with me. I planted it in the ground 2 years ago tucking it in underneath a Texas Mountain laurel. I thought there it would be spared from the worst of the summer sun and I was right. I wish it had a little more room as it does tend to lean to the east. From one small stem it now has three sturdy branches. every leaf is perfect and a deep shade of green. It does have a drip line to itself so was well watered through the dry summer. 

 

The stapelias are blooming. This one is Stapelia grandifolia with its rather offensive smell of rotting flesh. Did something die out there in the desert? This is another one of my successful transplants from Austin and it has been having one of the best blooming seasons it has ever had with no fewer than 12 blooms over a period of only two weeks. Who can deny the beauty of the bloom and enjoy for at least a couple of days. The plant hails from South Africa and I was surprised to find it belongs to the milkweed family. Several Tucson gardeners have posted that they grow it outdoors allowing it to scramble along the ground. Away from the house would be a good place for it.

This one is Stapelia leendertziae, also from South Africa. The flower never truly opens but is open enough to emit the familiar odor which attracts flies. Although mine are in pots I think that next spring I will try to establish some cuttings outdoors although I feel they might attract something more than flies. 

Above is my third carrion flower which is  Huernia schneideriana. Also from South Africa and related to the stapelias. It prefers a similar location being able to scramble along the ground and sending out roots wherever it touches the ground. I have it hanging in pots where it does fairly well although eventually reaching a point where the stems can no longer carry the weight and they begin to shrivel. 

 

All these plants are propagated easily and can make a great houseplants...until they bloom. 

Some of the aloes are blooming. They are generally the smaller ones grown more for their leaves than flowers. 

The flowers are borne on long slender stems and are rather small. Nevertheless hummingbirds find and visit them.

For gardeners in the desert this is the time when nurseries are bursting with all manner of plants to tempt the gardener. To help them get established we will be praying for our second season of rain, winter rains.

THE GARDENS OF LE MANOIR D'EYRIGNAC

This summer we spent a week in the village of Sarlat-la-Canéda, in the Perigord district of France. It was garden friend Helen Battersby who posted on Facebook of her brief visit to the village. Sarlat is a thriving medieval village and while it might be a little touristy  it is still charming and close to the caves at Lascaux. A place I had longed to visit. Further research turned up a couple of note-worthy gardens as well as ancient dwellings and lots of interesting French villages. We booked a week in a gîte on the edge of the village, flew to Toulouse, rented a car and drove up to Sarlat. 

D'Eyrignac was just a few kilometers from the village and on a perfect June day we entered the gardens. 

The garden entry didn't give much away of what we were going to see. Entry was through the shop after which we passed the restaurant with outdoor seating.  It had become our habit while France to have the main meal of the day at lunch and this looked like the perfect venue. A flight of steps and a long gravel walkway along the edge of a large beautifully mowed lawn was to lead us down into one of France's most beautiful topiary gardens.

 

The property has been in the family for 500 years. Twenty two generations have made this their home. The original manor house was built in 1653 on medieval foundations and changes to the garden have been frequent. By the 1960s the stone terraces and walls had become buried by years of neglect. In 1964 the   current owner,  Gilles Sermandiras, told his family he was going to use all the funds available to him to create a garden, not in the historic sense but a new creation. The family protested, but his mind was made up. He had no formal training and when interviewed in his 90s he said it was 'made with my soul and character" 

He used hornbeam, yew and boxwood to create gardens which are reminiscent of the work of La Nôtre. A team of 12 people including 6 gardeners care for the topiary using only hand made tools. Most of the trimming is done between June and September. A total of 20,000 hours of work a year. The hornbeam allee has 3 Michelin stars in their Green Book.

 Rising above the hedge you see stone buildings built in the French Style with steep slate roofs. They entice you beyond the Allee des Charmes. You might be tempted to walk between the rows of clipped hornbeam but a sign reminds you not to do so.

This walkway of star jasmine on Neo Gothic arches is the only unclipped hedge in the park and a reminder of the English garden style which found its way into many French gardens in the 19th C.

 At the end a garden statue of "The God of Passing Time" found when excavating the garden. 

 

 

 

Maybe these steps, so reminiscent of English gardens also have their place in the past.

 

 

The two pavilions we saw earlier, peaking over the hornbeam hedge, face the front of the manor house.

The one on the left is a dovecote, its generous size indicating the wealth of the family.

 

 

Simple in design but glowing in the clear morning light the manor house with an espalier of a white roses either side of the door.

In front a wide gravel courtyard looking onto a small pond and two flights of stone steps leading up to the French parterre gardens. Visitors may walk up the steps but not venture into the gardens. The gardens were meant to be viewed from the second floor of the house but entry into the house is not possible for the visitor.

 The gravel steps planted with fleabane daisy. Possibly E. karvinskianus, Mexican fleabane.

Stand at the top of the steps and take in this wonderful vista.

 Or from the side of the French Parterre. No entry permitted.

Returning to the courtyard and climbing the steps to the pavilion on the right we found ourselves in a small chapel dating back to Louis X1V.  The rooms above were once used to grow the silk worm caterpillar and the silk sent to the silk makers in Lyon.

 

There were a few tables and chairs in the courtyard and we sat for a while in the shade just enjoying the peace, before walking on to explore the rest of the garden. It was almost as though we had the garden to ourselves. We ventured through the archway through which carriages must have ridden delivering friends and family to the front door. Maybe this building was the gate keepers house.

 

And past the working barns that once housed horses we found the Washing Place. The property is fed by seven springs and one of those springs used to feed the stone washing place which could accommodate 6 washerwomen. Twice a year the family would get together with neighbors to do the washing.

 The gardens become less formal with a large vegetable garden and a cutting garden. 

Topiary waiting for their turn in the garden.

It would seem that the owners now fly in and land on their own private runway.

After walking along the back of the property through the wildflower meadow and orchard we climbed back up to the most recent addition to the property, the White Garden representing purity and elegance. 

 Two roses opalia and Madame Alfred Carrière were chosen for their repeat bloom from spring until frost. In other beds gaura and petunias take over from the spring bulbs, hyacinth, tulip and narcissus. If you are visiting in the summer, on a Friday, they open the gardens for picnics. You can either order one or bring your own but you must be dressed all in white!

Fountains and topiary mixed with roses and summer flowers give a less formal feel to the gardens and visitors are welcome to walk around on the paths. The view from the top is of the Dordogne landscape. And suddenly we found ourselves on the far side of the lawn. It was time to find our table on the terrasse for an early lunch. And what else but confit of duck. We are after all in the duck capital of France. 

Bon Appetit!