A Garden of Peace: A Medley in QuietudeMoore, Frank Frankfort
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A Garden of Peace: A Medley in Quietude
Moore, Frank Frankfort
Gardens -- Fiction
“Yes,” said I at last, “I am sure that you are right: an oval centre
from which the laths radiate--that shall be our new trellis.”
And so it was.
Our life in the Garden of Peace is, you will perceive, something of what
the catalogues term “of rampant growth.” It is as digressive as a wild
convolvulus. I perceive this now that I have taken to writing about
it. It is not literary, but discursive. It throws out, it may he, the
slenderest of tendrils in one direction; but this “between the bud and
blossom,” sometimes Hies off in another, and the effect of the whole is
pleasantly unforeseen.
It is about time that we had a firm trellis for the truant tendrils.
And so I will discourse upon Treillage as a feature of the garden.
Its effect seems to have been lost sight of for a long time, but happily
within recent years its value as an auxiliary to decoration is being
recognised. I have seen lovely hits in France as well as in Italy. It
is one of the oldest imitations of Nature to be found in connection with
garden-making, and to me it represents exactly what place art should
take in that modification of Nature which we call a garden. We want
everything that grows to be seen to the greatest advantage. Nature grows
rampant climbers, and if we allowed them to continue rampageous, we
should have a jungle instead of a garden; so we agree to give her a
helping band by offering her aspiring children something pleasant to
cling to from the first hour of their sending forth grasping fingers in
search of the right ladder for their ascent. A trellis is like a family
living: it provides a decorative career for at least one member of the
family.
The usual trellis-work, as it is familiarly called: has the merit of
being cheap--just now it is more than twice the price that it was five
years ago; but still it does not run into a great deal of money unless
it is used riotously, and this, let me say, is the very worst way in
which it could be adapted to its purpose. To fix it all along the face
of a wall of perhaps forty feet in length is to force it to do more than
it should be asked to do. The wall is capable of supporting a climbing
plant without artificial aid. But if the wall is unsightly, it were best
hidden, and the eye can bear a considerable length of simple trellis
without becoming weary. In this connection, however, my experience
forces me to believe that one should shun the “extending” form of
lattice-shaped work, but choose the square-mesh pattern.
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