Visitor Information
La Roseraie de Berty,
07110 Largentière.
Tel:
0033 (0)4 75 88 30 56.
For details of opening times visit the Roseraie website
Further reading:

Roses by Eléonore Cruse & Paul Starosta,
pub.
Editions du Chêne, 2002
ISBN : 2842773659
Roses Anciennes et Botaniques by Eléonore Cruse & Paul
Starosta,
pub. Editions du Chêne, 1997 (original larger, hardback format
of the above - currently out of print).
The French Country Garden
by Louisa Jones,
pub Thames & Hudson, 2000.
ISBN 0500510059
La Vie en Rose...
Spring is in the air, and deep in the heart of the
Ardèche a hidden
valley will shortly erupt in a blaze of colour. We visit the Roseraie de
Berty.
Once
again, our featured garden is quite unlike any other we've come across.
First there's the plant collection, which is dedicated almost exclusively
to old-fashioned roses. This means that the garden will open for just a
few short weeks each year, timed to synchronise with the height of the
flowering period. Then there's the process of getting there, which feels
like something of an adventure in itself. I'll explain. First you have
to make your way to Largentière, a medieval walled village
set in a narrow valley SW of Aubenas. When you've penetrated as far as
the village église, keep an eye out
for a small painted sign nearby pointing uphill, out of the village and into
the surrounding hills. For now it's your only clue, although there are a
few more like it further along the way. It's just as well, for the route
is little more than a dirt track, winding its way up and around the hillsides,
heading ever deeper into the wild, unspoilt heart of the Ardèche,
with only woodpeckers and squirrels for company. Eventually, when you feel
surely this really can't be right, there's a sharp left turn through a narrow
gateway, followed by a gentle descent into the lush pastureland which spreads
across the base of a sheltered, wooded valley. Congratulations. We've made
it.
Eléonore began by planting a handful of varieties whose romantic-sounding
names particularly appealed to her. The results were startling, as the plants
plunged their roots deep into the newly-revitalised soil, and flourished
in a way which would have been impossible had she planted them when she first
arrived. The thrill of her discovery inspired her to try other varieties,
and to learn as much as she could about both wild and cultivar roses. With
the encouragement of noted rose producer André Eve of Pithiviers and
gardening writer Michel Lys, she made rapid progress. So much so, in fact,
that before long she was selling personal favourite plants at local country
markets. Eventually she progressed to doing so at the prestigious Marjolaine
Salon in Paris and the great plant fairs at Courson. Her reputation was thereby
rapidly established, and continued to grow to the point where today she is
held in high regard as one of the country's foremost rose specialists.
But for all the generous moral support and encouragement
which she has received over the years, it is Eléonore's instincts which have undoubtedly
served her best. Her touch is visible everywhere, and underlies the garden's
most fundamental elements, not least its wellbeing. Apart from the traditional
Bordeaux mixture beloved of wine-growers, plus a gentle hand-dusting of sulphur
during spring, chemicals remain resolutely banished. And any further pest
control is left to companion planting, among medicinal herbs and aromatic
plants native to southern France, including lavenders, rosemary and sage.
Feeds, too, are deemed unnecessary; Eléonore has found that simply
freeing any compacted soil around the roots at the start of the growing season
is quite sufficient to maintain the plants' natural vigour. A similarly naturalistic
approach extends to the structure and planting plan of the garden. Whereas
French rose-gardens are almost invariably highly formal and disciplined in
their execution, at Berty both style and layout are dictated by more subtle
factors. An intimate knowledge of the site, its soil conditions and the particular
needs of each rose variety allows Eléonore to place each plant in
exactly the right place, where it will flourish and realise its full potential.
More vigorous varieties are allowed their full head, producing often spectacular
results not often seen within the constraints of man-made surroundings. Thus
vast, billowing ramblers create dazzling waves of colour, while other, less
extrovert shrub forms are encouraged to explore their supporting roles in
more intimate surroundings, often with the encouragement of companion shrubs,
or perhaps a wild strawberry plant or two for moral support.
Ultimately most striking of all, though, is the setting
itself. The garden is unwalled, producing the effect, when seen from a
distance, of the wild chestnut and oak forests of the surrounding hills
having defied nature and somehow managed to produce a miraculous, exotic
blossoming of their own. This near-seamless transition is achieved by retaining
many of the wild shrubs already present, and by minimising the signs of
human presence. The old farmhouse overlooking the garden is large, as is
the pattern in the Ardèche,
but its grey stone walls are gradually being hidden behind the exuberant
verdure and, for a few short weeks in early summer, a veil of pink and white
rose blossom. These are signs not of neglect, but of care and concern for
nature, exemplified by Christian's patient rebuilding of the collapsed stone
retaining walls of the terracing below the farmhouse.
For all its hard-earned reputation, the garden remains
a total and all-consuming labour of love for its creators. Eléonore
greets visitors personally. 'How could I employ someone for just a few
weeks each year?', she says. Then, after the visit, she patiently answers
visitors questions as they sip their drinks around one of the tables of
her shaded tea-room terrace, or signs treasured copies of her acclaimed
books. Finally, for those who have been inspired to follow in her footsteps
and create an old rose collection of their own, she is able to supply visitors
with a selection of rose plants. That she also now supplies large numbers
of keen rose gardeners elsewhere via her mail order service gives some
measure of her commitment to one of nature's greatest wonders. And the
mood is infectious.
© Words and pictures Roger Moss
This feature first appeared in everything France magazine
Issue 12






