The Indianapolis Museum Of Art

Last week I had a few hours free on a sunny afternoon. I was downtown, so it wasn’t too far to visit the Museum of Art, a place I have not seen since the children were little. But I didn’t want to go inside this time. An acquaintance of mine has made a name for herself as the master gardener of its grounds. I found out last week that her reputation is well deserved.

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The museum is situated on the former J.K. Lilly estate, with several buildings on 150 acres in the middle of the city. The Lilly mansion is there, and the landscaping includes a ravine garden and formal garden. Both were designed by the same landscape architect team that designed Central Park in NYC, and you can see the similarities. Come join me on my first walk through the gardens.

Naturally, artworks are on the grounds as well as inside, and this famous sculpture by Robert Indiana has its home here. The original purplish sheen will return as the surface oxidizes back from some recent repairs.



On a sidewalk through the landscaped parking, I found the path to the ravine garden.




From the path above the canal, you can see this beautiful footbridge area.



From there I walked toward the canal that separates the gardens from the 100-acre park. The park is going to become an art park, populated by outdoor contemporary installations that change over time. The grand opening is scheduled for next June.



At one point, I had to choose: ravine or formal? I went up.



Emerging from the trees, I came to the Lilly mansion.



From the courtyard you can see both gardens. This is an area merging the ravine with the formal garden.



Leaving the courtyard toward the museum, I walked through the formal garden.




A few twists and turns took me to the entry gate to the mansion. The bridge goes over another street on the grounds. I’ll find out where it goes on another visit.



I came full circle back to the museum. I can see I’m going to spend a lot of time getting to know this area now. While the weather is good, I’ll spend most of it outside. When the weather turns, I’ll go inside and see what awaits me there.



Before the past couple of years, my interest in the outdoors was limited to the untamed portions. My thanks for this new interest in gardens go to Greg, Patrick, Jeaux and JeepGuy, all of whose photos and musings gave me the desire to experience it for myself. My dad, who was a landscape architect and whose gene for said skill entirely missed me, would be smiling.

Another Garden Stroll

Sophie and I went to the Art Center again, just for a stroll. The prairie grasses are beginning to swallow the outdoor sculptures again.


Remember the tulip patch that turned into alliums? Now it's a blend of who knows what.


The pergola is lined with Queen Anne's Lace in purple, pink, beige, and white. Sophie remained unimpressed by the odd sounds triggered as she passed.


She was intrigued by something, however, that remained a mystery.


This flower was one of several growing up a post. Name that bloom.


At the end of the day, Sophie rooted through the trash showed off her training. We worked really hard to teach her to change the toilet paper roll. Good dog!


Update: Monkeydog.

Garden Stroll

Today Sophie and I had our just-about-weekly lunch with the volunteer staff of our church library. She’s been joining me there for four years now, and they love her. The weather, while not sunny, was at least mild and dry; so after lunch I decided to take Sophie to the gardens at the Art Center that I so enjoy.

I had invited Abe to join me last Sunday to see the newly-blooming garden. We had a great time, and I even got to watch two glass artists at work in the studio of the art center. Today my guest was less interested in the art and more in tune with nature.




This is the bench by the river where I sit and read on Sunday afternoons when it's warm out.


Remember Twisted House?




The grounds are just starting to take shape. I spoke briefly with the gardener and thanked him for providing such a peaceful place of respite for me.




On the back door of one of the studios is this great sign.


This flower bed changes colors every month or so.


The ornamental grasses have been cut way back to reveal the statuary.


Remember the pergola? Imbedded in the garden are green speakers that emit sounds when a passerby triggers the sensor. Sophie was briefly intrigued by the rushing water, but then she ignored subsequent crickets, gongs and wind.




We had a great time. Can you tell?