Explore Huguette Michel-Fleurie’s Monet-inspired hydrangea garden at Hortensia House in Marlborough
A laissez-faire approach and Monet-inspired palette flow into a magnificent Marlborough garden surrounding a sparkling creek.
Words: Kate Coughlan Photos: Kate MacPherson
Huguette Michel-Fleurie, an alarmingly forthright Frenchwoman, isn’t easily alarmed herself. A ferret attack in the chook house shakes her – but not the imminence of hundreds of visitors about to stream through her property’s stone gates.
“I don’t want to know the things I am supposed to do. I just plant,” she says of the 2ha of garden trailing 100 metres along both sides of Spring Creek and spreading in waves of flowering glory under the canopy of tall trees surrounding Hortensia House.
This garden, named after its many hydrangeas, is always a favourite on the Wairau Plains tour during the annual Garden Marlborough festival and has been for many of the festival’s 25 years. The prospect of so many visitors doesn’t bother its owner too much.
“My girlfriends say, ‘Oh, are you coming to hear the guy talking about compost, and there’s another one talking about landscaping?’ I don’t want to know; I just plant the thing. If they grow and they’re happy, it’s okay. If they die, it’s okay. I will plant something else.”
Huguette says when she first started gardening, she listened to everyone’s advice. “They said: ‘Use these sheep pellets, use this fertilizer, spray here, put in blood and bone there, plant this here, don’t plant that there.’ I said to myself, ‘Oh God, I will just do it my way, the way I like it which is to make it look beautiful, like a picture.’ Now I call myself an ostrich gardener; I keep my head in the sand and I don’t want to know anything.”
This laidback approach has not held her back from developing a magnificent garden on an impressive scale and to a high standard but, then again, this artist, grandmother, zumba dancer, tramper and gardener isn’t given to being held back on anything. “I have a limited tolerance for information. I think the secret to having a garden is to plant. I started this garden when I was 45, so I didn’t have all the time in the world to wait for perfection. I just plant, and plant, and plant.”
Huguette says she buys cheap plants, or swaps them, and then gets them in the ground. “You never know what’s around the corner and anyway, it’s a lot easier to cut out than to grow. When I notice something is not happy, I get rid of it.”
Huguette and her French-born husband, Georges Michel, emigrated from the Reunion Islands (a French department in the Indian Ocean) arriving in Marlborough in 1999. The couple had visited New Zealand five years earlier with their two then-teenage children – daughter Swan and son Naik. That trip didn’t get off to a good start with Huguette’s meltdown in the airport carpark when she saw the vehicle in which they were supposed to travel.
“It was the first time in my life I had seen such a tiny campervan and I said: ‘No, NO, no way am I going to stay a month in this little thing’ but when we got back to Auckland after the trip I cried, because the campervan was so cosy and we had fallen in love with New Zealand – and then we decided to move here.”
Even before the couple had landed in the country, Georges (a former owner of the Château de Grandmont vineyard in Burgundy) had purchased land on which to plant grapes. It may have been the famed Marlborough terroir that attracted Georges but it was photographs of Spring Creek – one of the jewels of the Wairau Valley if not the entire country – to which Huguette was drawn.
This creek is so clear it’s possible to see the gills of resting trout waving in its depths. Crystal-clear is no cliché; as Huguette’s kayak paddle dips in and out of the water on her early-morning outing, showers of diamond-bright droplets sparkle across its surface keeping this island-born woman happy. Water is important to her. She’d grown up living by the sea in Reunion Island, a remote outpost of France (despite being 9000km from the mainland) to the east of Madagascar. So it was the creek that drew her to the property. Back then, the house was red brick and much smaller and the garden was also quite small.
The results of nearly two decades of gardening reflect her painterly eye with its Monet-inspired palette of cornflower blue and pale buttercup yellow, and the Giverny-like bridge rising in an elegant arch over the creek to a lily pond and rotunda.
The extensive planting of hydrangeas, after which the garden is named (hortensia means hydrangea in French) also reminds Huguette of her island home where hydrangeas were considered very exotic.
“They only grew high in the mountains and when I came to New Zealand they were everywhere; I fell in love with them. Hydrangea quercifolia ‘Snowflake’ was my first one. It has oak-shaped leaves and is a double white – it is beautiful.”
Since that first hydrangea, Huguette has planted so many she has no idea of the garden’s total today. As she plants, she writes the name of the variety on a flat riverstone and places the stone in front of each bush, so she knows which varieties she really likes and will plant more of. Those she doesn’t will get the chop. She’s a ruthless gardener who likes to give her plants a ferocious hack from time to time to keep them in line.
Nowadays, she propagates most of her own hydrangeas. The spiky-flowering Hydrangea paniculata is one of her favourites. She’s also fond of various moptop and lacecap varieties such as ‘Sabrina’, ‘Goldonia’ and the attractive black-stemmed ‘Nigra’ as well as ‘Merveille Sanguine’ with its gorgeous blood-red flowers. One of her all-time favourites is the Hydrangea sinensis.
In all her planting – and this extensive garden includes everything from forest giants such as rimu, totara, pin oak and copper beech to specimen trees paulownia, gleditsia, philadelphus, gordonia and catalpa, to many roses (firm favourite for her extensive arches is ‘Pierre de Ronsard’ for its disease-resistance and flowering exuberance), masses of irises and every sort of annual and perennial – she has never felt burdened by it. This despite doing it all herself.
“I look after my granddaughters two days a week, I go tramping every Wednesday, I paint and one day a week I spend in the garden. The only thing I don’t do is the lawns because
I don’t like engines.”
Natural jewel Spring Creek, or Awarua as it is known by local iwi, is the largest spring-fed creek in the Wairau Plains area – the country’s largest grape-growing region.
Crystal-clear water emerges year-round from a series of springs which build the creek’s flow until it joins the Wairau River near Spring Creek township. The underground flow acts as a giant gravel filter removing all impurities. Following European settlement, many of the springs and waterways of the Wairau Plains have been impacted by the intensive agriculture however Spring Creek
still flows in its original course.
It is home to the rare giant kˉokopu, which can live to 20 years and grow to 50cm, and is part of the whitebait species. It is also home to the banded kˉokopu, inanga, lamprey, common bullies, eels, black flounder, brown trout and freshwater mussels and kˉoura (crayfish).
Peter Hamill, team leader for land and water at the Marlborough District Council, says caring for such a precious waterway involves encouraging good cover along the creek edges, letting native plants grow where possible and keeping stock and thus nitrogen runoff away from streams.
VISIT HORTENSIA HOUSE
This garden is part of Rapaura Springs Garden Marlborough and has been for 17 years. This year the festival runs from 8-11 November.
Tickets at: gardenmarlborough.co.nz
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