were always a let down to me. The "secret places" tucked away, shapes
evolving over years. They tended to be more prosaic and open, too
organized for any really magic to hide. Dumbarton Oaks garden started
to evolve in 1920ish. It was designed over many years by the same
female architect comissioned by the Bliss family (primarily the wife).
It wends it's way down the hill from the house, each section whole in
and of itself yet somehow contributing to the next, part of a whole.
