Another fabulous garden
I’m not much of a garden guy–too much weed pulling in my youth has permanently soured me on the joys of gardening.
Gail, though, likes gardens. We have a big one, she’s on the board of a bigger one. So it’s no surprise when people invite us to see their pride and joy.
After bridge on Tuesday, we went over to Stuart Schneck’s house, to see the magic his wife Christina has worked in the Oakland hills.
Right from the street approach, I knew we were onto something special.
The garden in the front of the house is stunning, but nothing compared to the rear. They are creating a sculpture garden within the plants, too.
There are fountains, as in the background of the above shot.
I thought the figures on the fence Stuart painted were very Picasso-esque, and showed great artistic and emotional freedom. Or maybe I’m just a lousy art critic.
Remodeling a barbecue into, er, ah, something else requires more imagination than I have. Not more than Christina has, though.
Finishing with the garden, we wandered into the house. Art blossomed from every wall and surface. Christina has worked in many media, and they are all on display. Stuart paints some. Their son paints a bit. They collect. There is art just everywhere.
Color me impressed. I first noticed Stuart a couple of years ago because he is a dead ringer for Scott Adams, the Dilbert author. Then I started noticing his bridge. Now I’ve seen his house, and the incredible amount of work and creativity he and Christina have put into it.
As always, scratch a bridge player and you’ll find something interesting and not bridge-related, underneath.