| "Earth laughs in flowers." |
| - Ralph Waldo Emerson |
Delicate red columbines give way to bold yellow tulips under the spires of majestic pink foxglove. The sweet smell of peonies dances on a gentle breeze. An angled sunbeam warms the perfect sitting spot—and your heart—inviting you to enjoy the show.
Whether yours is a formal display of roses and boxwoods—centered around an elegant sundial or birdbath—or a casual explosion of zinnias and cosmos, the garden creates an oasis of peace, joy, and great reward. A place where you can dream or dine, work or play.
"No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden. Such a variety of subjects, some one always coming to perfection…though an old man, I am but a young gardener." So wrote Thomas Jefferson, who enjoyed a lifelong passion for gardening. Today, as in the 18th century, Williamsburg is a place where gardening is a tradition and an art.