I have a confession to make. For most of my life, I thought a garden was supposed to look like a fireworks show. You know the drill: Explosive color in June, deadheading in July, and by October, you cut everything down to the nub so the "neat" brown mulch can sleep under the snow.
Piet Oudolf is in his 70s in the film. He talks about building gardens he will never see mature. There is a profound sadness and joy in that. He has made peace with the fact that beauty is fleeting, but that the skeleton—the structure of a life well-lived—remains beautiful even after the color fades. five seasons
You are looking at Season Four.
Then I watched Five Seasons: The Gardens of Piet Oudolf . I have a confession to make
He wants the moment when the Monarda (bee balm) is turning black and crispy next to the fresh green shoots of the Sedum. He wants the rust on the leaves. He wants the "mess." Piet Oudolf is in his 70s in the film
Not the dead time, but the "structural" time.