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Historical Events
1791 On this day, Martha Ballard recorded her
work as an herbalist and midwife.
For 27 years, Martha kept a journal of her work as the town healer
and midwife for Hallowell, Maine. In all, Martha assisted with 816
births.
Today, Martha's marvelous journal gives us a glimpse into the
plants she regularly used and how she applied them medicinally. As
for how Martha sourced her plants, she raised them in her garden or
foraged them in the wild. As the village apothecary, Martha found
her ingredients and personally made all of her herbal remedies.
Two hundred twenty-nine years ago today, Martha recorded her work
to help her sick daughter.
She wrote,
My daughter Hannah is very unwell this evening. I gave her some
Chamomile & Camphor.
Today we know that Chamomile has a calming effect, and Camphor can
help treat skin conditions, improve respiratory function, and
relieve pain.
1835 Birth of Samuel Langhorne Clemens (known
by his pen name Mark Twain), American writer and humorist.
Samuel used the garden and garden imagery to convey his wit and
satire. In 1874, Samuel's sister, Susan, and her husband built a
shed for him to write in. They surprised him
with it when Samuel visited their farm in upstate New York. The
garden shed was ideally situated on a hilltop overlooking the
Chemung ("Sha-mung") River Valley.
Like Roald Dahl, Samuel smoked as he wrote, and his sister despised
his incessant pipe smoking.
In this little octagonal garden/writing shed, Samuel wrote
significant sections of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Adventures of
Huckleberry Finn, Life on the Mississippi, A Connecticut Yankee in
King Arthur's Court, The Prince and the Pauper, A Tramp Abroad, and
many other short works.
And in 1952, Samuel's octagonal shed was relocated to Elmira
College ("EI-MEER-ah") campus in Elmira, New York. Today, people
can visit the garden shed with student guides daily throughout the
summer and by appointment in the off-season.
Here are some garden-related thoughts by Mark Twain.
Climate is what we expect; the weather is what we get.
It was a soft, reposeful summer landscape, as lovely as a dream
and as lonesome as Sunday.
To get the full value of joy
You must have someone to divide it with.
After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about
Eve
in the beginning; it is better to live outside the
garden
with her than inside it without her.
1874 Birth of Lucy Maud Montgomery, Canadian
writer and author of the Anne of Green Gables series.
Lucy was born on Prince Edward Island and was almost two years old
when her mother died. Like her character in Ann of Green Gables,
Lucy had an unconventional upbringing when her
father left her to be raised by her grandparents.
Despite being a Canadian literary icon and loved worldwide, Lucy's
personal life was marred by loneliness, death, and depression.
Historians now believe she may have ended her own life. Yet we know
that flowers and gardening were a balm to Lucy. She grew lettuce,
peas, carrots, radish, and herbs in her kitchen garden. And Lucy
had a habit of going to the garden after finishing her writing and
chores about the house.
Today in Norval, a place Lucy lived in her adult life, the Lucy
Maud Montgomery Sensory Garden is next to the public school. The
Landscape Architect, Eileen Foley, created the garden, which
features an analemmatic (horizontal sundial), a butterfly and bird
garden, a children's vegetable garden, a log bridge, and a
woodland trail.
It was Lucy Maud Montgomery, who wrote,
I love my garden, and I love working in it. To potter with
green growing things, watching each day to see the dear, new
sprouts come up, is like taking a hand in creation, I think. Just
now, my garden is like faith, the substance of things hoped
for.
1875 Birth of Frank Nicholas Meyer,
Dutch-American plant explorer.
Frank worked as an intrepid explorer for the USDA, and he traveled
to Asia to find and collect new plant specimens. His work netted
2,500 new plants, including the beautiful Korean Lilac, Soybeans,
Asparagus, Chinese Horse Chestnut, Water Chestnut, Oats, Wild
Pears, Ginkgo Biloba, and Persimmons, to name a few.
Today, Frank is most remembered for a bit of fruit named in his
honor - the Meyer Lemon. Frank found it growing in the doorway to a
family home in Peking. The Lemon is suspected to be a hybrid of a
standard lemon and mandarin orange.
Early on in his career, Frank was known as a rambler and a bit of a
loner.
Frank once confessed in an October 11, 1901, letter to a
friend,
I am pessimistic by nature and have not found a road which
leads to relaxation. I withdraw from humanity and try to
find
relaxation with plants.
Frank was indeed more enthusiastic about plants than his fellow
humans. He even named his plants and talked to them.
Once he arrived in China, Frank was overwhelmed by the flora. A
believer in reincarnation, Frank wrote to David Fairchild in May
1907:
[One] short life will never be long enough to find out all
about this mighty land. When I think about all these
unexplored
areas, I get fairly dazzled... I will have to roam around in my
next life.
While China offered a dazzling landscape of new plant discoveries,
the risks and realities of exploration were hazardous. Edward B.
Clark spoke of Frank's difficulties in Technical
World in July 1911. He said,
Frank has frozen and melted alternately as the altitudes have
changed. He has encountered wild beasts and men nearly
as wild. He has scaled glaciers and crossed chasms of dizzying
depths. He has been the subject of the always-alert
suspicions of government officials and strange peoples -
jealous of intrusions into their land, but he has found what
he
was sent for.
Frank improved the diversity and quality of American crops with his
exceptional ability to source plants that would grow in the various
growing regions of the United States. He was known for his
incredible stamina. Unlike many of his peers who were carried in
sedan chairs, Frank walked on his own accord for tens of miles
daily. And his ability to walk for long distances allowed him to
access many of the most treacherous and inaccessible parts of
interior Asia - including China, Korea, Manchuria, and Russia.
Frank died on his trip home to America. He had boarded a steamer
and sailed down the Yangtze River. His body was found days later
floating in the river. To this day, his death remains a mystery.
But his final letters home expressed loneliness, sadness, and
exhaustion. He wrote that his responsibilities seemed "heavier and
heavier."
The life of a Plant Explorer was anything but easy.
Grow That Garden Library™ Book Recommendation
The Wood by John Lewis-Stempel
This book came out in 2019, and the subtitle is The Life
and Times of Cockshutt Wood.
John Lewis-Stempel is a farmer and a countryside writer - he
prefers that title to 'nature writer.' The
Times calls him Britain's finest living nature
writer. Country Life calls him "one of the best
nature writers of his generation.' His books include the Sunday
Times bestsellers The Running Hare and The Wood. He is the only
person to have won the Wainwright Prize for Nature Writing twice,
with Meadowland and Where Poppies Blow. In 2016 he was Magazine
Columnist of the Year for his column in Country Life. He lives in
Herefordshire ("heh-ruh-frd-shr") with his wife and two children.
And The Wood was a BBC Radio 4 'Book of the Week'
The Wood is written in diary format, making the whole reading
experience more intimate and lyrical. John shares his take on all
four seasons in the English woodlands, along with lots of wonderful
nuggets culled from history and experience. And I might add that
John is a kindred spirit in his love of poetry and folklore.
John spent four years managing Cockshutt wood - three and a half
acres of mixed woodland in southwest Herefordshire. The job
entailed pruning trees and raising livestock (pigs and cows roam
free in the woods).
John wrote of the peace and privacy afforded him by his time in the
woods.
Cockshutt was a sanctuary for me too; a place of ceaseless
seasonal wonder where I withdrew into tranquility. No one comes
looking for you in wood.
The Woods covers John's last year as the manager of Cockshutt. The
publisher writes,
[By then], he had come to know it from the bottom of its beech
roots to the tip of its oaks, and to know all the animals that
lived there the fox, the pheasants, the wood mice, the tawny
owl - and where the best bluebells grew.
For many fauna and flora, woods like Cockshutt are the last
refuge. It proves a sanctuary for John too.
To read The Wood is to be amongst its trees as the seasons
change, following an easy path until, suddenly the view is broken
by a screen of leaves, or your foot catches on a root, or bird
startles overhead. This is a wood you will never want to
leave.
The Wood starts in December - making it the perfect holiday gift or
winter gift. John writes about the bare trees and the gently
falling snow. The landscape becomes still and silent.
John writes,
Oddly aware, walking through the wood this afternoon, that it
is dormant rather than dead. How the seeds. the trees and
hibernating animals....are locked in a safe sleep against the
coldand wet.
By January, the Wood stirs to life with the arrival of
snowdrops.
If snowdrops are appearing, then the earth must be wakening. Of
all our wildflowers the white hells are the purest, the most
ethereal. the most chaste... Whatever: the snowdrop says that
winter is not forever.
As The Wood takes you through an entire year, the book ends as
another winter approaches. The trees are losing their leaves.
Animals are preparing for their long sleep. John is preparing to
leave the woods for his next chapter as well.
Looking back, he writes,
I thought the trees and the birds belonged to me. But now
I realize that I belonged to them.
This book is 304 pages of a joyful, poetic, and soul-stirring time
in the woods with the elegantly articulate John Lewis-Stempel as
your guide - he's part forest sprite with a dash of delightful
nature-soaked tidbits.
You can get a copy of The Wood by John Lewis-Stempel and
support the show using the Amazon link in today's show notes for
around $6.
Botanic Spark
1936 On this day, the Crystal Palace in
London was destroyed by fire. The spectacular blaze was seen from
miles away.
Joseph Paxton, the English gardener, architect, and Member of
Parliament designed the Crystal Palace, aka the People's Palace,
for the first World's Fair - the Great Exhibition of 1851.
Joseph had built four elaborate glass greenhouses for the Duke of
Devonshire in Chatsworth, which provided valuable experience for
creating the Crystal Palace.
The Joseph Paxton biographer Kate Colquhoun wrote about the
immensity of the Palace:
"[Paxton's] design, initially doodled on a piece of blotting
paper, was the architectural triumph of its time. Two thousand men
worked for eight months to complete it. It was six times the size
of St Paul's Cathedral, enclosed 18 acres, and entertained six
million visitors."
The Crystal Place was an extraordinary and revolutionary building.
Joseph found extra inspiration for the Palace in the natural
architecture of the giant water lily.
Instead of creating just a large empty warehouse for the exhibits,
Joseph essentially built a massive greenhouse over the existing
Hyde Park. The high central arch of the Palace - the grand barrel
vault you see in all the old postcards and images of the Crystal
Palace - accommodated full-sized trees that Joseph built
around.
Another innovative aspect of the Crystal Palace was the large
beautiful columns. Joseph designed them with a purpose:
drainage.
By all accounts, the Crystal Palace was an enormous success until
the fire started around 7 pm on this day. The manager, Sir Henry
Buckland, had brought his little daughter, ironically named
Chrystal, with him on his rounds of the building when he spied a
small fire on one end of the Palace.
Newspaper reports say the flames fanned wind through the Handel
organ as the Palace burned to the ground. A sorrowful song to
accompany the end of an era in plant exhibition.
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And remember: For a happy, healthy life, garden every
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