A tour of one of our readers' gardens: a wild half-acre of flowers and vegetables in a Swedish seaside town.
One thing I’ve learned after almost a decade in Sweden is this: Under no circumstances should you move here in November. I did. I left New York, a city that glitters year-round and where there’s almost always some green in Central Park, and moved to Stockholm. Life went from Technicolor to black and white. If you’ve seen Ingmar Bergman’s The Seventh Seal, in which a man plays chess with Death, that’s how I feel as I walk around the house switching on lights at 3 o’clock on a November afternoon.
Modern-day admirers of Carl Linneaus (1707-1778) know enough about the renowned 18th-century botanist to imagine the young man traversing Swedish lands, plucking flowers and devising a system of binomial nomenclature.