The working end of the garden room lets the owners putter all winter.
There’s a stampede they call spring in Connecticut. It starts tentatively with a courageous carpet of bulbs, then gathers gumption to explode with flowering shrubs and a leafy canopy overhead. It’s a celebration, an ovation—and it’s just the sort of first hurrah that Priscilla Hillman loves. The garden is why she and her husband, Norman, packed up and moved when the 1830 house around the corner went up for sale.
The Hillmans had been eyeing this house for a while. They liked the smart flowing dimensions of its 1870 update and its Colonial Revival addition.



