Photographs by stacy bass
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At first stroll the garden on the ten-acre pastoral estate in New Canaan looks all prim-and-proper English, the sort of space where the stiff upper lip has the upper hand. The haughty hollyhocks hold their heady blooms high, the pretty primroses offer their bouquets like homecoming queens and the regal rhododendrons wear their blossoms like crowns.
A second peek behind the leaves of the magnificent copper beech and great ash trees reveals an unexpected Indian accent. It is heard, ever so softly, in the fragrant blossoms of the Madhumalti vine and is echoed in the sensuous evening perfume of the snow-white Mogra flower. It is picked up and repeated in the collection of antique bronze statues, including the good-luck god Ganesha, tucked into a niche near the loggia.