Nov 25, 2020
Today we celebrate the clergyman who wrote hymns and poems that
use garden imagery.
We'll also learn about the man who loved gardens and garden design
- and he wasn’t afraid of Virginia Woolf… he was married to
her.
We’ll recognize a sculptor whose final work was a touching monument
to children incorporating a bouquet of snowdrops.
We hear a hauntingly beautiful poem by an English clergyman and
poet.
We Grow That Garden Library™ with a book that teaches how to make
garden crafts and projects that are totally within reach and are
utterly charming with their appealing and practical
sensibility.
And then we’ll wrap things up with the story of an Opera singer
turned gardener.
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Important Events
November 25, 1748
Today is the anniversary of the death of the English Christian
minister (Congregational) and prolific hymn writer Isaac Watts.
Known as the "Godfather of English Hymnody," Isaac’s hymns are
still sung in churches today: “O God our Help in Ages Past,” “There
is a Land of Pure Delight.” There’s another Isaac Watts hymn that
will be getting some traction over the next month: “Joy to the
World.”
Isaac’s work marked a turning point for hymn writing because he
didn’t just set psalms and scripture to song; he actually wrote
original verse.
Isaac’s hymn, “We are a Garden Walled Around,” uses garden imagery
and is a favorite with gardeners:
We are a garden walled around,
Chosen and made peculiar ground;
A little spot enclosed by grace
Out of the world's wide wilderness.
Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand,
Planted by God's almighty hand;
And all the springs in Zion flow,
To make the young plantation grow.
Awake, O, heavenly wind! And come,
Blow on this garden of perfume;
Spirit divine! descend and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath.
Make our best spices flow abroad,
To entertain our Savior God
And faith, and love, and joy appear,
And every grace be active here.
November 25, 1880
Today is the birthday of the British political theorist, writer,
publisher, civil servant, and gardener Leonard Sidney Woolf.
Leonard was the husband of Virginia Woolf. Leonard was the primary
gardener and garden designer of Monk's House - although Virginia
helped him. Virginia and Leonard lived at the house when they first
purchased it in 1919 until their deaths.
The garden at Monk's House was a retreat and a place where they
could both escape from London’s chaos.
Leonard loved to be in the garden gardening. He hated tea roses and
floribunda roses. He loved fruit trees like apples and pears, and
he sold the fruits to make money. Leonard's devotion to the garden
was a source of consternation for Virginia. Leonard spent so much
of his time and money on the garden that Virginia famously
complained, “We are watering the earth with our money!” Leonard
recorded all of his Monk's House garden income and expenditures in
a gorgeous dark green and pink ledger book. The first line in the
book is dated August 26th, 1919, and he recorded the first
gardening work performed by gardener William Dedman.
Virginia described Monk's House as "the pride of our hearts.’" In
July of 1919, Virginia wrote that gardening or weeding produced "a
queer sort of enthusiasm." When Virginia suffered bouts of
depression, the garden at Monk's House was where she went to
recover and heal.
And, since both Virginia and Leonard kept diaries, we know today
that the garden was a frequent topic.
On September 29, 1919, Virginia wrote:
"A week ago, Leonard's wrist and arm broke into a rash. The
doctor called it eczema.
Then Mrs. Dedman brushed this aside and diagnosed sunflower
poisoning.
[Leonard] had been uprooting them with bare hands.
We have accepted her judgment."
One of Virginia's favorite places to write was in the garden at
Monk's House. She had a small converted shed that she called her
writing lodge. Every morning on her way to the lodge, Virginia
walked through the garden. The Monk's House garden was THE place
where she wrote some of her most famous works.
One story illustrates Leonard's devotion to gardening. In 1939, as
the second world war approached, Virginia called for him to come
inside to listen to "the lunatic" Hitler on the radio. But Leonard
was in the middle of tending to his Iris, and he shouted back:
”I shan’t come. I am planting iris, and they will be flowering
long after he is dead.”
After Virginia's tragic suicide, Leonard wrote:
"I know that Virginia will not come across the garden from the
Lodge,
and yet I look in that direction for her.
I know that she is drowned, and yet I listen for her to come in
at the door."
And, there were two Elm trees at Monk's House garden that the
Woolf's had sweetly named after themselves, “Virginia and
Leonard.”
Leonard buried Virginia’s ashes under one of those Elms and
installed a stone tablet with the last lines from her novel The
Waves:
“Against you, I fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O
Death! The waves crashed on the shore.”
November 25, 1816
Today is the anniversary of the death of one of the great English
sculptors, Francis Chantrey.
Francis, who sculpted both kings and presidents, was commissioned
to sculpt a memorial to two young girls, Ellen-Jane and Marianne
Robinson. Ellen-Jane and Marianne had lost their father, Reverend
William Robinson when he was in his thirties.
In 1813, their mother took them on a trip to Bath. One evening as
she was getting ready for bed, Ellen-Jane’s nightgown caught on
fire. She died the next day. The following year, the younger
daughter, Marianne, got sick and died in London. So, within three
years, Mrs. Robinson lost her entire family, and she went to
Francis Chantrey and asked him to make a sculpture. In turn,
Francis honored her request to recreate a scene seen repeatedly
with her girls: they would often fall asleep in each other’s
arms.
And so it was that in the year he died, Francis created his final
masterpiece, “The Sleeping Children”. Francis added a touching last
element to their memorial when he sculpted a bouquet of snowdrops
in little Marianne’s hands. Seeing this memorial is on my bucket
list. The Sleeping Children sculpture is at the Lichfield
(“Litchfield”) Cathedral in England.
Unearthed Words
So breathing and so beautiful, they seem,
As if to die in youth were but to dream
Of spring and flowers! Of flowers? Yet nearer stand
There is a lily in one little hand,
So sleeps that child, not faded, though in death,
And seeming still to hear her sister's breath,
Take up those flowers that fell
From the dead hand, and sigh a long farewell!
Thine, Chantrey, be the fame
That joins to immortality thy name.
For these sweet children that so sculptured rest
A sister's head upon a sister's breast
Age after age shall pass away,
Nor shall their beauty fade, their forms decay.
Mothers, till ruin the round world hath rent,
Shall gaze with tears upon the monument!
And fathers sigh, with half-suspended breath:
How sweetly sleep the innocent in death!
— William Lisle Bowles, English priest, poet, and critic, The
Sleeping Children.
Note: This is an excerpt from this hauntingly beautiful poem
written in tribute to The Sleeping Children sculpture
by Francis Chantrey in memory of Ellen-Jane and Marianne
Robinson.
Grow That Garden Library
Do-It-Yourself Garden Projects and Crafts by Debbie
Wolfe
This book came out in 2019, and the subtitle is 60
Planters, Bird Houses, Lotion Bars, Garlands, and More.
In this book, Debbie shares easy projects and beautiful crafts for
your garden and home. With Debbie’s step by step instructions, you
can make a Bird and Bee Bath, a Flower Press, a Foraged Garland,
Herb Napkins Rings, Herb Drying Racks, and Unique Planters.
I love Debbie because she wants her readers to use what they have -
go and find your home-grown and foraged materials - and make
something beautiful with them.
Debbie even shows how to make personal and household items that
would make excellent gifts: Herbal Lotion Bars, Gardener Hand
Scrub, and All-Purpose Thyme Cleaner.
If you're a gardener or DIY lover, this book is for you! Loaded
with gorgeous photography, Debbie will inspire you to get out in
the garden, get creative, and make something with your own two
hands.
This book is 240 pages of crafts and projects that are totally
within reach and are utterly charming with their appealing and
practical sensibility.
You can get a copy of Do-It-Yourself Garden Projects and
Crafts by Debbie Wolfe and support the show using the Amazon Link
in today's Show Notes for around $10.
Today’s Botanic Spark
Reviving the little botanic spark in your heart
November 25, 1914
On this day, the St. Joseph Gazette wrote a front-page article
about the Romanian-born American soprano Alma Gluck and the
headline was “Miss Gluck is Quite a Farmer.”
“One would scarcely expect a young and beautiful prima donna who…
is recognized the world over as one of the greatest of sopranos, to
know much about raising chickens. Nor is it… expected that she be a
connoisseur of tomato raising… Standing beside the window of her
room at the Hotel Robidoux, [Alma]... told with characteristic
enthusiasm of her "farm" at Lake George, where each summer she and
Miss Jewell, her companion, spend their vacations."
She said,
"One year, you know, we decided to raise chickens. Neither of
us knew a thing about the creatures, but we bought fifty just fresh
from an incubator. Our farmer neighbors told us we should have
brooders to keep them at night and advised us to get cheese boxes
and line them with cotton batting.
We fixed them up cozy as you please and each night stuffed the
baby chicks in their beds. But they began soon to die. We couldn’t
imagine what was the matter with them. They just grew knock-kneed
and drooped over.
Our cook decided she would make an examination, and cutting
open one of the chicks, what do you suppose she found? It was just
lined with cotton batting. The little things had pecked all the
cotton from around their beds. After that we hung a feather duster
in the brooder, and the chicks hovered each night under that Just
as though they had a mother. And later I myself sawed and built a
little house for them.
We became quite famous gardeners, too. Despite the fact, we
knew nothing of such things when we started planting a garden. We
raised the best tomatoes grown in that section of the
state."
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