Old Goat Farm, finally

Last summer I had every single one of the OGF open garden events marked on my calendar, and I didn't make it up for a single one of them. When Greg announced earlier this year that it was time for him to sell OGF (it just wasn't the same place without Gary) I figured I'd missed my opportunity. 

Then I decided to take matters into my own hands. I asked my friend Camille (who has visited many times) if she thought mid March would be an okay time to walk the garden, and if she'd want to go with me. Then I emailed Greg to see if he'd allow a visit, and just like that it all came together—and with perfect weather to boot!

Rhododendron pachysanthum front
And back...
Besides the goats (which you'll see in a bit) when I think of OGF I think of the rock gabion pedestals used throughout the garden. They're in so many photos I've seen of the garden. It was so wonderful to see them in real life, finally!
And even though it's still very early in the season there were ferns looking good on the fern table.
While we were admiring this rockwork Greg shared that Gary used to go out of town for a couple weeks each year to visit family, that gave him time to complete a few projects he had in mind that he didn't necessarily what to "discuss" before doing. I think we can all relate?
The moss could not have been better if it had been cultivated. The pot holds hakonechloa (Japanese forest grass) that has yet to wake up for the growing season.
Weathered to perfection.
It's hard to tell scale, but this is the largest Asplenium trichomanes I have ever seen.

Simple perfection.
Turning with your back to the above gabion pedestals this is what's a head of you.
Greg shared that the friend who was with them when they saw OGF for the first time was a lover of boxwood, so this boxwood city-scape (what it looked like to me) was done in her honor.
The rocks were stacked, the moss came later.
And the sword ferns too I would imagine, they have a way of moving about.
The sun made for dramatic shadows during our visit. I suppose some would have wished for overcast skies to improve the photography opportunities. Not me.
The back of the shed.

More rock-work.
Rhododendron strigillosum
The farmhouse and "garage", there was also a large barn that I failed to get a photo of.

I should have asked Greg how long it took to find the perfect rocks to fill the cages.

The more formal elements fit right in.
Love that roof!
In another outbuilding we greeted one of the resident peacocks.
And then Greg took us out into the woods...
The bit of planting and pathway work done perfectly enhances what's here naturally.

In one corner of the woods is Greg's stumpette...
I visited at the wrong time of the year to see all the ferns in their glory, but absolutely loved what I did see.
This part of the garden is fenced with a gate to keep the creatures out. Greg pointed out this one of the gate-gabions was bent and about a foot shorter than it's partner. A tree fell on it and drove it that much further into the ground!

Decaying log, but the bark remains.
I left this garden visit certain I need to add more Mahonia nervosa to my garden. It's a native, and the two I have could not have cared less about the horrible winter storm that made a mess of my other mahonia.
Plus their winter color is fantastic!

So, the goats... of course there are goats at Old Goat Farm!
They're charmers too...


Peeking in the greenhouses I got to admire this flawless Rhododendron sinogrande...
A ginormous pair of Woodwardia unigemmata.
And a handful of blooming Trillium chloropetalum 'Volcano' that Greg had dug to take with him to his new garden. 
Sciadopitys verticillata (Japanese Umbrella Pine) with extra chunky leaves.
I'm filing away the use of the cement piece as a base for raising up a container. Of course it wouldn't be nearly as fabulous without the moss.
In season I'm sure there's water dripping from the column and maybe a plant on top. 
After we completed the garden walk-around and were relaxing with a tall glass of lemonade, Greg said that he hoped my drive up to see the garden was worth it, that the garden wasn't at it's best. I assured him it was very much worth it. So very much...
It was one of those afternoons when I feel so completely blessed to be a gardener and exist in the company of so many other like-minded and talented plant people.
Of course before we left Camille and I had to take a pass through the nursery area. This tangle of wisteria trunks was nearby. Earlier Greg had pointed out a tall conifer from across the garden and mentioned the sticks you could see were wisteria vines, this is the base. Wow. 
I did leave with a couple of plants, but that's part of Wednesday's post! Thank you so very much Greg, for interrupting your day to spend time with us in your garden, it is a magical place.