Showing posts with label Mary Kistner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mary Kistner. Show all posts

Friday, August 5, 2011

Leather Hinges


Have your eyes locked on the Leather Hinges?


Mary Kistner, a mentor, said, "It's what we do with what we have."  No, I wouldn't have thought, EVER, of leather hinges.
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Of course I contacted Penelope Bianchi, this is her garden, about her leather hinges.
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Her man, adore that phrase & adore women gardeners who say it, has done many years of volunteer work in other countries.  He learned from them to use everything.
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Thank you 'Her Man' & Penelope for widening my horizon, to see Leather Hinges.  Of course I can't wait to see these with more age on them.  
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Garden & Be Well,    XO Tara
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There should be a special sainthood for that class labeled 'Her Man'.  By the time 'SHE' calls he KNOWS whatever it is is impossible but he will do it, because he's 'Her Man'.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Pots, Easy Landscape Edging

Pots, original, as landscape edging? Hardly. A centuries old idea. At my garden, with Susanne Hudson, for the Penny McHenry Hydrangea Festival, below. (PMHF is this weekend, June 4-5.)"It's what we do with what we have.", my mentor Mary Kistner said. I first saw pots as edging decades ago in Ryan Gainey's Decatur, GA garden.
Susanne & I have broken pots & fallen limbs.
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Perfect landscape edging. Easy & free.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Pics taken a few days ago.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Following Matriarchal Advice

Blessedly I've followed the matriarchs.
I did get caught up, alas, yet happily, in the work of Ryan Gainey/Brooks Garcia/David Bennett McMullin . A trinity of FABULOUS, their work inspired, and I needed to 'go there'.
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Preparing for an open garden (High Museum), the MATRIARCHAL EPIPHANY arrived, "Why copy the gardens of 'those guys' ?"
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Thus arrived LEAF LITTER MULCH.
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By the end of the day, exhausted-bruised-bloody (you know....gardening), I perused my garden & inexplicably began to cry. Big tears. Deep sobs.
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I was seeing the gardens of my MATRIARCHS; they used leaf litter mulch. My grandmothers, long dead, yet in that moment of epiphany, both held me.
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The missing component, LEAF LITTER MULCH, was so simple.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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I took the pic in Ireland at Helen Dillon's garden. In addition to leaf litter mulch matriarchal gardening is: tough plants, proper soil prep, no chemicals, no irrigation system, little expense, little time, little to no turf..........living incredibly busy lives. Mentor, Mary Kistner, began gardening in earnest after her beloved husband died. He didn't believe in ornamental gardening. Amazing, yes? A man would stop a woman from ornamental gardening. Hers is not the only story in this vein. Most are from earlier eras but some aren't. Also learned about proper soil preparation from my matriarchs..........the 'guys' at the Extension Service were wrong. More about that tomorrow.
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Loving the movie, To Sir With Love, Puppet Barbuda honors her trinity of FABULOUS guys. They gave her the MATRIARCHAL EPIPHANY. Hope you have time to visit their links.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

She Created A Still Life, With Lunch, As A Gift

Every lunch invitation was coveted. Her long table staged with stems cut that morning from the garden, a beautiful book opened to exactly the right page for color/content, a textile she had woven set as collage upon the gorgeous wood, dishes & food arranged as jewels, silver-linen napkins-art more collage styling, menu seasonal & delicious, hiring an assistant to serve-clear-facilitate-disappear, music, conversation. Life affirming.
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Afterward, a walk in the woods, into the open pastures, silences, more conversation, laughter. I hear her laughter now. See her sparkling eyes, white hair glinting greater than a crown. I feel the strength of our conversations, our silences.
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She's gone, several years. Seeing this kitchen, above, brought her close again.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Pic from Roman & Williams, they have a blog too.
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Mary Kistner hired me to design the garden zone between formal at the home transitioning to the wild meadows, the wild woods. David Stevens, my contractor, installed our plan. He became part of our luncheons. Only 50 he died not long after Mary. They are both sprinkled upon Mary's property, known now as Kistner Center, which was donated, in its entirety, to the Georgia Piedmont Land Trust .

Sunday, November 1, 2009

A MADELEINE


Where does it go? Client, Friend & Mentor Mary Kistner would have me to lunch. A cloth on her table. Cloth she wove. Flowers she had cut that morning. A book, too, would be near the flowers, opened to a page completing a still life with the vase, dishes, cloth. Dishes she orchestrated. Mary cooked, carefully chosen recipes, always hiring a neighbor to serve/clean, facilitating our conversation.
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Sparking. That's what I called our conversation. Interesting, full of energy.

David Stevens, my contractor, entered our realm. A kindred spirit. Many lunches & Sparking. Enjoying our trinity. After 15 minutes of lunch realizing it was 2 hours. Ending, always, with a walk of Mary's acreage. Snow, rain, spring's shocking greens, fall's crown of colors, summer's green humidity.

Did I think, ever, to take a picture of the table, food, cloth, book, dishes, Mary, David? Though not long ago, it was another era.

Mary died, home & acreage bequeathed to a land trust. David died. Their ashes enrich Mary's land. Their memory enriches me.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tare
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pic from Apartment Therapy.