Sep 29, 2021
Today in botanical history, we celebrate an English novelist and
travel writer who loved the pleasure gardens he created at a
cemetery, an English writer and friend of Charlotte Bronte, and a
beloved and humorous garden author.
We'll hear an excerpt from Ali Smith's Autumn. It's
perfect for this time of year.
We Grow That Garden Library™ with a book about a species among the
most ancient of Earth's inhabitants.
And then we'll wrap things up with the birthday of an American
garden writer.
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Important Events
September 29, 1760
Birth of William Beckford, English novelist, travel writer, and
architect. His family's enormous wealth stemmed from the
enslavement of Jamaicans. Reclusive and eccentric, William is best
known for his romance novel, The History of the Caliph
Vathek (1782). William was fascinated with Italianate
gardens. He especially enjoyed the landscape at Lansdown Cemetery
after he installed a pleasure garden. He designed a large tower
there and hoped to be buried in its shade near one of his favorite
dogs. But it was not to be. The ground was considered
unconsecrated, and the dog only made the situation even more
untenable. And so, William's sarcophagus was moved to Abbey
Cemetery in Bath. William once wrote,
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put
a soul to.
September 29, 1810
Birth of Elizabeth Gaskell, English writer. She married a Unitarian
minister named William Gaskell, and his work led them both to help
and advocate for the poor. In 1850, she met Charlotte Brontë at the
summer home of a mutual acquaintance, and the two became instant
friends. Once when Charlotte visited her, her shyness got the best
of her, and Charlotte hid behind some curtains rather than meeting
other visitors who had stopped by the Gaskell's Manchester home.
After Charlotte died in 1855, her father, Patrick, asked Elizabeth
to write her biography, which resulted in The Life of
Charlotte Brontë (1857). Elizabeth's work included the
novels Mary
Barton (1848), Cranford (1851–53),
and North and South (1854–55). She once
told her daughter, Marianne,
It is hard work writing a novel all morning, spudding up
dandelions all afternoon, and writing again at night.
Elizabeth was a gardener, and she loved flowers - especially roses.
Gardens, flowers, fragrances, and country life permeate her
writing. In Ruth (1853), she wrote,
With a bound, the sun of a molten fiery red came above the
horizon, and immediately thousands of little birds sang out for
joy, and a soft chorus of mysterious, glad murmurs came forth from
the earth...waking the flower-buds to the life of another
day.
In Wives and Daughters (1865), she wrote,
I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley
gathered for me by a person I like than the most expensive bouquet
that could be bought!
September 29, 1920
Birth of Geoffry B. Charlesworth, garden author. Regarding the
Devil's Claw or Tufted Horned Rampion (Physoplexis comosa), he
wrote,
We like people not just because they are good, kind, and pretty
but for some indefinable spark, usually called "chemistry," that
draws us to them and begs not to be analyzed too closely. Just so
with plants. In that case, my favorite has to be Physoplexis
comosa. This is not merely because I am writing at the beginning of
July when the plant approaches maximum attractiveness.
In A Gardener Obsessed (1994), he wrote,
A garden is a Gymnasium; an outlet for energy, a place where
accidents occur, where muscles develop, and fat is shed.
—
Uneventful living takes up most of our time. Gardening is part
of it, possibly a trivial part to the rest of the world, but by no
means less important to the gardener than the big events.
In The Opinionated Gardener (1988), he wrote,
Every gardener knows this greed. I heard a man looking at a
group of plants say, “I have all the plants I need.” Ridiculous. He
said it because he was leaving for South America the next day, and
he didn’t have his checkbook, and it was December, and he didn’t
have a cold frame.
Unearthed Words
A minute ago, it was June. Now the weather is September. The crops
are high, about to be cut, bright, golden,
November? Unimaginable. Just a month away.
The days are still warm, the air in the shadows sharper. The nights
are sooner, chillier, the light a little less each time.
Dark at half-past seven. Dark at quarter past seven, dark at
seven.
The greens of the trees have been duller since August since July
really.
But the flowers are still coming. The hedgerows are still humming.
The shed is already full of apples, and the tree's still covered in
them.
The birds are on the powerlines.
The swifts left a week ago. They're hundreds of miles from here by
now, somewhere over the ocean.
― Ali Smith, Autumn
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Moths by David Lees and Alberto Zilli
This book came out in 2019, and the subtitle is A Complete
Guide to Biology and Behavior.
In this book, David and Alberto give us an expert reference to the
vital insect group of moths. In many cases, moths rely on their
ability to camouflage to survive and reproduce. Gardeners are
attracted to brightly covered butterflies, but the work of moths in
the environment is equally important. Now, of course, you can't
have a practical guide to moths without spectacular illustrations,
and this book has that in spades. Readers come away with an
incredible appreciation for the diversity of these winged insects
and their miraculous lifecycle - from egg to larva to cocoon to
airborne adult.
This book is 208 pages of the marvelous world of moths - and our
world would be the lesser without them.
You can get a copy of Moths by David Lees and Alberto Zilli
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Today's Botanic Spark
Reviving the little botanic spark in your heart
September 29, 1902
Birth of Jean Hersey, American garden writer and magazine feature
writer. She lived in Westport, Connecticut, with a meadow instead
of a front lawn and woodland and stream for a back yard. She wrote
over a dozen books. Her first book was called I Like
Gardening (1941), which one reviewer said: "makes one
fairly itch to start a garden (bugs and insects included)." Jean is
probably best known for The Shape of a
Year (1967), a year-long almanac of her garden life. In
her chapter on September, she wrote,
September is a sweep of dusky, purple asters, a sumac branch
swinging a fringe of scarlet leaves, and the bittersweet scent of
wild grapes when I walk down the lane to the mailbox. September is
a golden month of mellow sunlight and still, clear days. The ground
grows cool to the touch, but the sun is still warm.
A hint of crisp freshness lies in the early hours of these
mornings. Small creatures in the grass, as if realizing their days
are numbered, cram the night air with sound. Everywhere goldenrod
is full out.
One of the excitements of the month is the Organic Garden Club
show. Bob and I were prowling around the night before, considering
what I might enter and studying all our tomatoes. The large ones
seemed pretty good, but all had the common scars on the top that
don't make a bit of difference in the eating but aren't good for a
show. There was a special charm to some smaller ones, volunteers,
that grew out of the midst of the chard. Each one was perfect, not
a blemish. These were larger than the cherry tomatoes.
"They're about the size of ping-pong balls,” Bob said. "They
must be a cross between the ordinary large ones and the cherry
ones. Say – why not enter them as Ping-pong Tomatoes?
So I did, selecting three perfect ones, and they won first
prize overall tomatoes.
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