There is something undeniably romantic about a city garden. I find the idea of a tiny green space flourishing in the midst of sprawling urbanity supremely charming, and feel tickled every time I come across one. Clearly, Katharine Hepburn felt the same way.
I stumbled across archival images of the courtyard garden at her Manhattan townhouse from the 80s, and I can't stop thinking about them. From pictures of the actress lounging on a white metal chair in front of her collection of container plants, to images of her sweeping autumn leaves off the cobblestones of her planted beds, each glimpse of her home fills me with nostalgia for the greenery of the past and hope for the urban gardens of the future.
