Painted a
soft green, with ivy growing over it, and a fountain flanked by white
marbles outlined against it, this trellis represents (to me, at least)
my best work.
The _tapis vert_ occupies the greater part of the garden, and it is
bordered by gravel walks bordered in turn with white flowerbeds. Between
the walks and the walls there are the groups of trees, the statues with
green spaces about them, the masses of evergreen trees, and finally the
great trees that follow the lines of the wall. Indeed, the _tapis vert_
is like the arena of an ample theater, with the ascending flowers and
shrubs and trees representing the ascending tiers of seats. One feels
that all the trees and flowers look down upon the central stretch of
greensward, and perhaps there is a fairy ring here where plays take
place by night. Nothing is impossible in this garden. Certainly the
fairies play in the enchanted ring of the trees of the _salle de
verdure_. We are convinced of that.
So formal is the _tapis vert_, with its blossoming borders of larkspur
and daisies and its tall standard roses, you are surprised to find that
that part of the garden outside this prim rectangle has mysteries. There
are winding paths that terminate in marble seats. There is the
_pavilion_, a little house built for outdoor musicales, with electric
connections that make breakfast and tea possible here.
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