Just in case you've grown tired of the conversation about "bringing the inside out" or "bringing the outdoors in," you'll be glad to know that the topic is still being covered in a fresh way.
In honor of Father's Day, here's a hirsute tree that goes by the name Old Man Palm (Coccothrinax crinita). Covered in long fibers (crinita means hairy in Latin) that resemble a tremendous beard, the rare species is a favorite among palm collectors. The tree is also known as the "Old Man from Cuba," where it is native and endemic. I know what you're thinking—a beard under the Cuban sun? Why, it's a palm for Ernest Hemingway.
Helen Marden fell twice for Golden Rock Inn. The first time came in the mid-2000s when Marden, an artist, and her husband, minimalist painter Brice Marden were looking for a new spot in the sun. St. Barts, the couple’s longtime haunt, had become “too crowded, too much art world,” recalls Marden, whose own style embodies the bohemian-chic aura that attracted those crowds in the first place. Friends suggested the relatively quiet Caribbean island of Nevis, a rough circle of beach and green forest that’s only seven miles wide. Its better-known sister island, St. Kitts, lies two miles away.
A photo gallery of some of the amazing plants at the Hawaii Tropical Botanical Garden, where indigenous tropical plants are grown alongside non-indigenous species.
Two eccentric brothers create wonderfully idiosyncratic gardens an hour’s distance apart on an enchanted island off the tip of India. Sibling rivalry? Perhaps. The results: spectacular. I visited both gardens recently, unprepared not only for their beauty and originality but for the distinctive nature of the two men’s designs, each as revealing as diary entries. The brothers, brilliant in their own ways and as different from one another as their gardens, are gone. But here, in vernal splendor, the two documents of their lives bloom on.