At one magical time decades and decades ago there were three full time gardeners...and over the years we've reclaimed their plants that hid among the brambles, dug bulbs that drifted through the woods and patched the fountain that was barely visible in the brush. A labor of love; the gardens are blooming again. Rows of pink roses and peonies, Russian sage, irises, daylilies and the mysterious magic lilies all take their turn to bloom. And the one (only one!) red rose bush that Harvey's grandmother Oraine planted so long ago that still blooms each summer. And my grandmother Catherine's palest pink chrysanthemums that have been in bloom in the snow; all still magical.
