towards the sunken roads in the quiet village is soothing. It wasn’t only the house, but also the garden surrounding it, that was my delight. Seeing it from three different levels led to a deeper understanding of the interrelation of this unique house and garden, as well as the house to the village landscape and to the older houses nearby. I learned what had changed in the century before we moved there and then watched the changes speed up during the quarter of a century that I gardened there. As one ages and a relationship progresses, shifts take place. Change is inevitable. So it was with the Tomek house that had to adapt as it got older. It did so gracefully. The reception room with three different plaster colors had become a study; the coal room became a utility room and workshop. The servant’s entrance, now a mudroom, no longer was used for deliveries or by “the daily,” the girl who came and living room. Then, there was color that had changed, inside and who no longer resided in the maid’s room. Stereo speakers now sat on the protruding ledges in the dining roofs, lawns, grasses, and skies. They
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