I didn’t set out to go to Wave Hill on Saturday, but it was a better day for ending up there. I was surprised that on a glorious fall day there weren’t more people in this remarkable garden. Each time I visit Wave Hill my experience is different. I think that’s part of its magic.
My two hour plus stroll with a friend revealed autumn’s long shadows and their impact on the garden’s classical structure. The plantings at Wave Hill are just as exuberant and dramatic as the structures and were in their end of season show–remarkable.
Views of the Hudson River are everywhere–some loom large, others peak through from different areas of the garden.
I felt myself wanting to look at a plan of the garden’s bones, but not so much that I wanted to go inside and seek one out. In these October days garden lovers in four season climates feel the warmth slowly seeping away and winter approaching. We want to enjoy the last of the warmth on our backs and faces, we don’t want to go in, even though we know that much of what we grow needs the cold to be able to give us such joy again next spring.