Now, we appreciate a good garden-related travel article as much as the next person, but honestly, would you go all the way to Russia for this?
The beds adjoining the Cameron complex are glorious, and unlike most of the other Russian gardens I visited, they had something in bloom aside from impatiens, ageratum and phlox. Tucked behind the ramp, I found a delightful "giardino segreto" with drifts of white dahlias, red zinnias, crisp corrugated hosta leaves and pink wands of astilbes artfully massed around obelisks, fountains and putti.
and further down:
Following the arrow on a crooked little sign, I ducked beneath an archway and emerged onto a vast courtyard planted with the most spectacular array of perennials and shrubs I had seen in Russia — rusty sedums, blue-green Chinese junipers, clouds of white hydrangea flowers, lush trellises of old-fashioned sweet peas, a few lingering Iceland poppies as bright and shiny as candy, tree peonies and irises that must be magnificent in spring, all of it just about to cross the line from cultivation to chaos.
Dahlias? Junipers? Hydrangeas? The vodka had better be good, because we’re sure as hell not going for the plants.Amy Stewart on June 19, 2006 at 12:23 pm, in the category It's the Plants, Darling.