Days in the life of a landscape gardener
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Once upon a time there was a landscape gardener. We could call him Al but I'll stick to Federico for now. Federico lived back in the days with fashions such as black dots on ladies’ cheeks, powdered wigs complete with bugs as well as bad teeth indeed as they we’re looked after with chalk, mercury or what have you from the crazy ailment department down the corner shop pharmacist… well, these aesthetic standards were the thing among the noble gents and ladies in 18th Century France before the guillotines went on overtime.
A fountain of happy spurting dolphins
Federico wasn’t overly fashionable – well, he didn’t wear ostrich feathers for one - but he did care not to fall behind the band wagon so he dabbled away with the odd wig as the rest of them. Also, he wanted to be a man of importance, preferably at the royal court in Versailles. The place to be if you fancy a vibe straight out of Blur's ’Girls and Boys’, you know. Federico was a bit of a poet in his early manhood. Sonnets seemed to pour out of his chest at any given moment, praising horses and cats and the sky and his empty wine glass.
But then one day he decided to become a landscape gardener. He drew the most exquisite baroque garden landscapes and got commissions among the wealthy. They all wished for bushes cut like hearts and fountains of happy spurting dolphins and things like that and Federico went along. He was simply over the moon with joy as the royal court seemed to be within reach. He found love for the new garden fashion making people positively beg for parks and gardens so governed by the hands of man that they in fact seized being parks and gardens. Instead they became testaments to carefully designed landscape plans and sharp cutters. What’s not to like, Federico thought and threw his poems in the fire.
Sugar candied squirrels and pink champagne in the gardens of Versailles
The day came when Federico’s garden designs were so sought after that he was finally asked to appear at Versailles. Imagine the thrill it was to still young and ambitious Federico. He lit out the candles in his attic chamber, collected his quills, papers and shoe buckles and left. Arriving at Versailles, he was met by one of the Louis’es and his numerous following. They all looked like sugar candied squirrels, give or take.
They discussed what Federico would create in the gardens. Everybody agreed upon the idea to cut a circle of shrubs in the shape of peacocks and separate the lawn in split triangles. More so, he laid the foundations to an enormous fountain of six starry sprinkled Capricorns and six well equipped horses. He also built a pink gazebo complete with heavy velvet burgundy d****s and golden spikes hanging down from the ceiling. Louis and his friends clapped their hands in pure lighthearted joy of all the perfection and soon Louis would invite everyone for hot chocolate and almond cakes in the new gazebo. He even threw lavish garden parties with spritzing rosy champagne and all the squirrels dancing the mashed potato. Life had never been better, Federico thought to himself.
Wake up and smell the coffee
At one such party Federico sat in a chair admiring his hard work these past months when suddenly something caught his eye in the far distance. He wrinkled his eyebrows and left his flaunting females in order to stand up straight and have a closer look at the phenomena. A tree, left to its own devices, all uncut and unshaped! How could this happen in his kingdom of perfect garden culture? He was gobsmacked and utterly scared. Suddenly he just had to get away from all the noise and the commotion surrounding the gazebo. ”Give me some effing space!”, he shouted angrily and ran away to find the tree in all its mighty proportions.
Morning dew
Federico walked all afternoon. He had to take of his wig due to his sweaty endeavours. His purple laced petticoat broke in the seems so he threw it away and he took off his now worn out shoes and white silken hoses and kept on barefoot walking. He looked to the sky enjoying the birds chirping and grabbed a straw to chew. It was getting late when he finally reached the tree. Just standing there being a tree as it did yesterday and the day before, telling him tree stories and offering him shade for the night. He woke up early embraced by the morning dew and he just knew in his heart that he would stay forever. He build himself a cottage in the middle of a luscious garden with all the shrubs, cherry trees and natural fences that anyone could ever wish for. Federico invited over a super furry a****l to stay for tea and eternity and they helped each other maintaining everything - only trimming the trees, bushes and shrubs when it was absolutely necessary - and he never lost sight of the beautiful tree again.
Hair is where the story ends.
A fountain of happy spurting dolphins
Federico wasn’t overly fashionable – well, he didn’t wear ostrich feathers for one - but he did care not to fall behind the band wagon so he dabbled away with the odd wig as the rest of them. Also, he wanted to be a man of importance, preferably at the royal court in Versailles. The place to be if you fancy a vibe straight out of Blur's ’Girls and Boys’, you know. Federico was a bit of a poet in his early manhood. Sonnets seemed to pour out of his chest at any given moment, praising horses and cats and the sky and his empty wine glass.
But then one day he decided to become a landscape gardener. He drew the most exquisite baroque garden landscapes and got commissions among the wealthy. They all wished for bushes cut like hearts and fountains of happy spurting dolphins and things like that and Federico went along. He was simply over the moon with joy as the royal court seemed to be within reach. He found love for the new garden fashion making people positively beg for parks and gardens so governed by the hands of man that they in fact seized being parks and gardens. Instead they became testaments to carefully designed landscape plans and sharp cutters. What’s not to like, Federico thought and threw his poems in the fire.
Sugar candied squirrels and pink champagne in the gardens of Versailles
The day came when Federico’s garden designs were so sought after that he was finally asked to appear at Versailles. Imagine the thrill it was to still young and ambitious Federico. He lit out the candles in his attic chamber, collected his quills, papers and shoe buckles and left. Arriving at Versailles, he was met by one of the Louis’es and his numerous following. They all looked like sugar candied squirrels, give or take.
They discussed what Federico would create in the gardens. Everybody agreed upon the idea to cut a circle of shrubs in the shape of peacocks and separate the lawn in split triangles. More so, he laid the foundations to an enormous fountain of six starry sprinkled Capricorns and six well equipped horses. He also built a pink gazebo complete with heavy velvet burgundy d****s and golden spikes hanging down from the ceiling. Louis and his friends clapped their hands in pure lighthearted joy of all the perfection and soon Louis would invite everyone for hot chocolate and almond cakes in the new gazebo. He even threw lavish garden parties with spritzing rosy champagne and all the squirrels dancing the mashed potato. Life had never been better, Federico thought to himself.
Wake up and smell the coffee
At one such party Federico sat in a chair admiring his hard work these past months when suddenly something caught his eye in the far distance. He wrinkled his eyebrows and left his flaunting females in order to stand up straight and have a closer look at the phenomena. A tree, left to its own devices, all uncut and unshaped! How could this happen in his kingdom of perfect garden culture? He was gobsmacked and utterly scared. Suddenly he just had to get away from all the noise and the commotion surrounding the gazebo. ”Give me some effing space!”, he shouted angrily and ran away to find the tree in all its mighty proportions.
Morning dew
Federico walked all afternoon. He had to take of his wig due to his sweaty endeavours. His purple laced petticoat broke in the seems so he threw it away and he took off his now worn out shoes and white silken hoses and kept on barefoot walking. He looked to the sky enjoying the birds chirping and grabbed a straw to chew. It was getting late when he finally reached the tree. Just standing there being a tree as it did yesterday and the day before, telling him tree stories and offering him shade for the night. He woke up early embraced by the morning dew and he just knew in his heart that he would stay forever. He build himself a cottage in the middle of a luscious garden with all the shrubs, cherry trees and natural fences that anyone could ever wish for. Federico invited over a super furry a****l to stay for tea and eternity and they helped each other maintaining everything - only trimming the trees, bushes and shrubs when it was absolutely necessary - and he never lost sight of the beautiful tree again.
Hair is where the story ends.
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