8_Days__June_1_2017
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my word<br />
BY<br />
WOFFLES WU<br />
78<br />
8<br />
The breezy garden in our<br />
house was the perfect<br />
place to entertain<br />
guests at night. I had<br />
successfully hosted<br />
many dinner parties there, the food<br />
laid out on a large antique stone<br />
table that had been left to us by<br />
some relatives, the perimeter of the<br />
garden delicately illuminated with<br />
the flickering flames of Hawaiian<br />
torches. It was always magical if the<br />
weather was kind to us.<br />
Each party was, however, a hitand-miss<br />
affair as we never knew<br />
when it would rain, which it does<br />
frequently and unpredictably on our<br />
sunny shores. If it poured, we couldn't<br />
use the garden for a day or two as<br />
the lawn would be too soggy. Luckily<br />
our house has a covered open air<br />
verandah, which is a good subsititute<br />
for when it rains, but somehow it is<br />
never quite the same as sitting in the<br />
open air on a cool balmy evening.<br />
My friends were very eclectic and<br />
bohemian, and they much preferred to<br />
chat al fresco amidst trees and plants<br />
than in an air-conditioned lounge.<br />
As a consequence, other than the<br />
bedrooms, we never air-conditioned<br />
our house, which is still largely in<br />
its original state, as when grandpa<br />
bought it in 1951. However, on very<br />
hot days or during Chinese New Year<br />
when hordes of relatives and friends<br />
descend upon us, I sometimes regret<br />
this and envy my friends with big<br />
houses who entertain in sophisticated<br />
air-conditioned comfort.<br />
Two or three times a week, my<br />
mother used the garden to conduct<br />
dog training classes with a good friend<br />
of hers, Harry the trainer. All sorts of<br />
dogs came for these classes, which<br />
included our own recalcitrant mongrels<br />
and spaniels, who unfortunately had<br />
minds of their own and did as they<br />
pleased. They were very obedient<br />
during the training session but the<br />
DAYS<br />
minute the trainer and the other dogs<br />
left, they would become their old<br />
selves, not deigning to offer a paw, roll<br />
over or play dead upon request. In fact<br />
they would look at us with an amused<br />
look as if to say, “Honestly? Roll over?<br />
Give me a break.”<br />
By the mid-eighties, I was<br />
beginning to travel more frequently<br />
to Thailand, Indonesia, Bali, and to<br />
visit my relatives in Malaysia. I was<br />
constantly on the look out for beautiful<br />
gardens and how the plants and trees<br />
had been sculpted into an attractive<br />
ensemble. I would stop the car or<br />
taxi whenever I espied a house with<br />
unique architecture and interesting<br />
gardens.<br />
Each of these gardens — from<br />
Suan Pakkad and Jim Thomson’s<br />
house in Bangkok to the lush<br />
gardens of Jogjakarta, Malang and<br />
Bali — inspired me, fueling my desire<br />
to create my own garden fantasy at<br />
home. My Uncle Chong Keat owns a<br />
small run-down but charming hotel,<br />
By the late eighties, I decided that I too<br />
wanted a garden which created the<br />
same sense of tranquility and appreciation of<br />
nature when one walked through it.<br />
the Bellevue, on Penang Hill, and it<br />
is set on the apex of the hill with a<br />
magnificent unobstructed view of<br />
Georgetown below.<br />
The centrepiece, however, is the<br />
garden that envelops the hotel,<br />
which my uncle transformed into a<br />
surrealistic tropical paradise with<br />
many varieties of exotic heliconias<br />
and gingers, palms, fruit trees, and<br />
a huge aviary where he kept his<br />
collection of prized macaws, parrots<br />
and even a hornbill. It was aweinspiring.<br />
As an architect and an<br />
artist, he has a knack for creating<br />
things of beauty and I picked up<br />
many ideas just by observing how<br />
he put everything together. His<br />
influence was probably responsible<br />
for why I am a bit eccentric myself,<br />
or perhaps it’s just in the genes.<br />
By the late eighties, as I was<br />
completing my surgical training, I<br />
decided that I too wanted a garden<br />
which created the same sense of<br />
tranquility and appreciation of nature<br />
when one walked through it — a<br />
place for contemplation, reverie and<br />
reflection. What I did not want though<br />
was a typical Balinese garden of<br />
which there were many sprouting<br />
up in houses all over the island. I<br />
found those too ornamental and<br />
flowery, and in a way, predictable.<br />
All my friends had the compulsory<br />
frangipani tree, bird-of-paradise<br />
heliconia and bouganvilleas in<br />
profusion, to the point that they<br />
looked like clones of each other.<br />
No, I wanted a garden with a more<br />
local flavour, using plants that are<br />
indigenous to our island. Of course<br />
I would have some frangipanis and<br />
gingers too but these had to be of<br />
more unusual varieties. What I really<br />
needed was something so typically<br />
tropical — coconut trees.<br />
My grandpa had planted two<br />
tiny coconut trees at the back of<br />
the house where the garden sloped<br />
steeply up to the house behind us<br />
on higher ground (as it turns out I<br />
eventually bought that house, 20<br />
years later). These were now maturing,<br />
at least 15 feet high and bearing fruit.<br />
I loved the feel of them as they evoked<br />
memories of walking with my family<br />
along Changi beach, which was lined<br />
with bent, windswept coconut trees<br />
that told stories of how many furious<br />
storms they had endured without<br />
toppling. That's what I wanted — a<br />
grove of coconut trees in one corner<br />
of my garden, but they also had to<br />
be crooked and bent to show that<br />
they had been there forever and been<br />
similarly ravaged by the elements.<br />
The problem now was where<br />
to find such deformed trees. All<br />
the orchards in Singapore had<br />
beautifully straight coconut trees<br />
and those that were bent were so<br />
huge it would cost a fortune to<br />
uproot one and transplant it to my<br />
garden. In fact, mature trees are<br />
frightfully expensive in Singapore,<br />
costing up to $2,000 or more for a<br />
fully formed frangipani and at least<br />
$1,500 for a coconut tree about<br />
nine feet high. (to be continued)<br />
Check out Woffles Wu’s instagram account @woffleswu for photos relating to this weekly column.