In her last year at The Mount,
Edith Wharton wrote a friend,
“Decidedly, I’m a better landscape gardener than novelist, and this place, every line of which is my own work, far surpasses The House of Mirth.”
Yet in that same letter she wholeheartedly praised Thomas Reynolds, her “devoted head gardener,” whose creativity and skill guided every detail of her beloved garden.
This is his story.