Good morning, everyone. I trust you’re having a pleasant day?
I was able to drop by Dumbarton Oaks again last weekend while Mr. Prose tended to car stuff with his son. It was really hot (the car thermom said 106) but I stayed in the shade as much as possible. How I wish they’d open the gardens in the early morning and evening, so I wouldn’t be forced to shoot in bright sun. Oh well, 2-6 p.m. it is.
I mentioned missing the roses last time. That may have been a good thing, as they’re rather sad. The Rose Garden is supposed to be “the most important terrace,” but I was simply underwhelmed. There are a lot of roses and they are neatly manicured, but they’re kind of puny and ordinary-looking. Sorry to disappoint. Maybe they were better in the days of Bliss?
I did take this picture of the rose garden, because I liked the gate with the monogram of Mildred and Robert Bliss:
I also like this bench at the perimeter:
Don’t the blackeyed Susans look beautiful aginst this stone wall?
Let’s go back up to the Beech Terrace where there was once an English beech tree. According to the website, the “size and elevation of the terrace were chosen to accommodate the beech’s root system and to disturb the drainage and root system as little as possible. But despite preventive measures, the tree declined and was removed in 1948 and replaced by a green-leaved American Beech Fagus grandifolia.” It is pretty grand:
The roots are like metatarsals….
Finally, a cobwebby detail in some wood and wrought-iron on the property:
I have a few more pics that I’ll share tomorrow.