We’re now passing beyond the acid green harbinger of spring, that fleeting, biting, caustic color of youth.
I can hardly wait to see it again next year.
At The Modern, we spoke to this adolescent season with bare birch branches that we forced in our studio for several weeks to develop their pale green leaves.
We paired it with fuzzy almonds on the branch and the magnificent lime fritillaria Persica “ivory bells”, at their peak just then. The tables were dressed with Scilla, a woodland bulb, usually blue but we found the rarer pink variety.
Outside, in the sculpture garden of Moma, the weeping beech and birch give our reconstituted trees a nod.
Meanwhile, back at HQ, we’re attacking our own spring plantings and planning a number of terraces and back yards, where we’ve been bringing our particular point of view to garden design in recent years. Above, see a magnificent weeping pine that I hoarded for the shop.
The purple is another acid muse. I used to struggle with this color until I discovered it’s swampy identity, and married it to the nightshades, many of which will feature in this dastardly garden of ours.