The Passionate Gardener: Adventures of an Ardent Green Thumb
By Des Kennedy
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Des Kennedy
Des Kennedy is an award-winning journalist, broadcaster, author and environmental activist. He is the author of four books of essays, a memoir and three novels. Noted as one of the most influential personalities on the Canadian gardening scene, Des writes a regular column for GardenWise magazine and has been a columnist for the Globe and Mail. Des lives on Denman Island, BC.
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The Passionate Gardener - Des Kennedy
The Passionate Gardener
2011-01-21T19-32-32-01_9781926685489_0003_001DES KENNEDY
2011-01-21T19-32-32-01_9781926685489_0003_002ADVENTURES of an
ARDENT GREEN THUMB
2011-01-21T19-32-32-01_9781926685489_0005_001GREYSTONE BOOKS
Douglas & McIntyre Publishing Group
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Copyright © 2006 by Des Kennedy
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ISBN 978-1-55365-198-7 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-1-926685-48-9 (ebook)
Cover design by Naomi MacDougall
Cover photograph of Des Kennedy by Sandy Kennedy
Portions of several chapters in this book appeared in different form in Gardening Life and GardenWise magazines
We gratefully acknowledge the financial support of the Canada Council for the Arts, the British Columbia Arts Council, and the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program (BPIDP) for our publishing activities.
For Sandy
WE WILL ENDEAVOUR to shew how the aire and genious of Gardens operat upon humane spirits towards virtue and sanctitie, I meane in a remote, preparatory and instrumentall working. How Caves, Grotts, Mounts, and irregular ornaments of Gardens do contribute to contemplative and philosophicall Enthusiasms; how Elysium, Antrum, Nemus, Paradysus, Hortus, Lucus, &c., signifie all of them rem sacram et divinam; for these expedients do influence the soule and spirits of man, and prepare them for converse with good Angells; besides which, they contribute to the lesse abstracted pleasures, phylosophy naturall and longevitie.
—John Evelyn in a letter to Sir Thomas Browne, 1657
2011-01-21T19-32-32-01_9781926685489_0011_001Contents
2011-01-21T19-32-32-01_9781926685489_0011_002Introduction
A Note on Plant Names
’Tis Always the Season
Chaos Theory in the Garden
Garden Clubbing
In the Land of the Long White Cloud
Garden Artistry
The Seven Deadly Sins
On the Isle of Saints and Scholars
Passionate Plantings
Construction Workers
Gardening with the Goddess of Fire
The Ten Commandments
Darwin Was No Gardener
Down the Garden Pathology
2011-01-21T19-32-32-01_9781926685489_0013_001Introduction
2011-01-21T19-32-32-01_9781926685489_0013_002THE GREAT CZECH writer Karel Capek put it bluntly: Let no one think that real gardening is a bucolic and meditative occupation. It is an insatiable passion, like everything else to which a man gives his heart.
Those who have given their heart to a garden—or had their heart stolen by it, more likely—know full well how insatiable is the passion to which they’ve succumbed.
Less clear is how and why gardening so thoroughly captivates us. My own first venture into the garden was not especially promising. For reasons known only to the genius of childhood, I went out one fine day and methodically cut down a whole bed of blooming flowers—chrysanthemums, I think—in my parents’ garden. We lived those days in a stone cottage on the grounds of a convent school for girls in Woolton Village, Merseyside, a suburb of Liverpool. My father was the farm bailiff, responsible for the crops and animals that supplied the convent’s kitchen. Nuns move like imposing black ghosts through my dim early memories.
I have a faded photograph of myself as a fair-haired little fellow in short pants standing in a field of cut grass, with fences and large deciduous trees in the background. A hill rises behind me—I believe this is Beacon Hill, where signal fires were lit in ancient times. The scent of new-mown hay, the chittering of songbirds in hedgerows, the sight of the moon shining above Beacon Hill touched my childhood soul in a way I would not understand for decades. A passion to garden may have been clandestinely seeded there.
When I was ten years old, the family emigrated from England to Canada, settling in Weston, a suburb of Toronto. This move was ostensibly motivated by my parents’ desire to provide my brothers and me with better opportunities than those offered to working-class kids in postwar England. I suspect the urge to acquire some land of their own on which to garden was at least a contributing factor in the decision, and within a year our little city lot was chockablock with flowers and vegetables.
By the age of sixteen I’d become convinced that I had a religious vocation, had been singled out and called by God Himself to become a priest. The conviction was sufficiently strong that I devoted eight long years to living in monastic seminaries operated by the Passionist Fathers, whose motto was: May the Passion of Jesus Christ be ever in our hearts.
Unlike the Trappists and some other monastic orders, the Passionists were indifferent to horticulture, and so the seed continued to lie dormant.
During the latter days of my monastic seclusion, I began imagining myself to be a poet. This diversion may have started innocently enough with reading Gerard Manley Hopkins and John Donne, but it soon embraced William Carlos Williams, Allen Ginsberg, and others of their ilk. Assigned to a monastery in New York City, I fell in with a gang of irreligious poets in the East Village and got swept up in the civil rights/anti–Vietnam War/Woodstock maelstrom of those turbulent times. Radical politics and poetry were not at all what the Passionists had in mind, and I was defrocked before I was properly frocked.
Cast loose, I started over in Vancouver, on Canada’s west coast, trying my hand first at teaching high school and then at working with street kids. There I met an entrancing social worker who was fated to become my life companion. In the flush of young love, I was blissfully unaware that she might be one of Flora’s enchantresses, sent to lead me by gentle measures back to the garden. Scarcely had our marriage vows been pledged, now thirty-five years ago, than we were on our way out of the city to begin life together on eleven acres of mostly conifer forest on one of British Columbia’s fabled Gulf Islands.
Although we planned from the outset to grow our own fruits and vegetables—along with keeping goats, chickens, ducks, geese, and rabbits—this lifestyle change was to my mind a venture into not so much serious gardening as enlightened husbandry. I imagined living a simple, frugal, tranquil existence, occasionally laboring at a leisurely pace that afforded an abundance of time to get on with my writing.
What in fact occurred was the biographical equivalent of the persistent winter rains that make possible the lush growth of the coastal temperate rain forest. After we built a little house from recycled and hand-hewn materials and were more or less settled, gardening burst into our lives like a howling southeaster. It became for us, as for so many others, Capek’s insatiable passion, completely circumscribing how we live. Nowadays, we maintain a large fruit and vegetable garden that supplies much of our food throughout the year. An even larger ornamental garden, about twenty years old, rises in terraced levels in front of the house. Its early character of massed blooming annuals, biennials, and perennials has gradually given way to a more textured, all-season garden of trees, shrubs, grasses, and hardy perennials. Native and wildlife-friendly plants help stitch the garden into the surrounding woodlands, as do using native stone and cedar in our hardscape and designing beds that curve and flow the way the forest landscape does. We are neither great nor expert gardeners. We muddle along, make mistakes, and muddle some more.
Not content with laying claim to our afternoons outdoors, gardening soon pushed its way into the small study where I spend my mornings writing. After I published a first book on natural history, a cunning publisher beguiled me into writing a gardening book. Before I fully realized what was happening, I found myself writing a gardening column for a national newspaper, contributing gardening bits to a national television program, giving speeches at prestigious gatherings of gardeners, and leading garden tours overseas. Certain misguided persons started referring to me as a gardening guru.
It was preposterous. My entire life had been hijacked by gardening.
But what a happy hijacking. Living comfortably below the poverty level and content to do better with less, my companion, Sandy, and I are free to work in the gardens, orchard, and woodlands. Not exclusively, of course— there’s always something or other going on in the community or in the political affairs of the region—but working on the property forms the backbone of our days. It is a seasonal life, an engagement with plants and creatures, stone and soil, winds and frosts, that I would not trade for another.
There is a bedrock wisdom to this earthy vocation, for the garden is a work of lifelong education. Gardeners learn to appreciate the subtle interactions among plants, their mysterious ways of accommodating and influencing one another. We come to accept that certain plants, like certain people, die before their time through no fault of ours. With each fragmentary insight we grow a little more confident, a little less prone to berate ourselves when something goes wrong. Most importantly, we learn to cherish those multiple small moments of perfection that every garden offers. The wisdom gained over time instructs us how little we really know of all there is to know about gardening and its relationship both to the rest of nature and to the human spirit.
An infatuation with Flora, goddess of flowers, is by its nature a perpetually unfinished affair. Creating a garden is not the same as writing a novel or chiseling a sculpture, because the garden is never complete. It may be abandoned, it may be demolished, but so long as it exists it continues to evolve into something new, all the while retaining a splendid cyclical continuity. The tumult of spring and the melancholy of autumn are at least as poignant after thirty years of gardening as they were in those first, tentative years. The chilly brilliance of snowdrops in late winter plucks a chord within us as sweetly now as the first time we experienced it. The luckiest among us drift into old age within the garden. Bones, muscles, and sinews may begin to complain, but the passion’s still there: so much still to do, so many possibilities still to explore.
Steeped in the lessons of seasonal living, gardeners know all too well how brief the flight of life really is. Our allotted portion of gaiety, of joy, is sufficiently small we do well to squander none of it. So laughter rings through the garden as we delight in our creations and chuckle at our follies. Ours is a luxury not enjoyed by a huge percentage of the planet’s population. Recognizing that our sanctuaries are places of privilege, many of us feel some ambivalence about rejoicing in a beneficence denied to so many others and, it must be said, in part made possible by their exploitation. And yet, without beauty and laughter, where would we be? As Virginia Woolf wrote: The beauty of the world… has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
Both are among the fruits of this insatiable passion. This book is by way of appreciation to gardeners everywhere who go about the vital work of sustaining a beautiful and bountiful world.
A note on plant names
2011-01-21T19-32-32-01_9781926685489_0021_001Experienced gardeners will need no explanation of the format for plant names, but new or would-be gardeners might appreciate the following explanation of the style used in this book.
COMMON NAMES: lowercase, as in baby’s breath
CULTIVARS: varieties produced by cultivation are often registered trademarks and so all take capital letters, as in Wisely Pink
GENUS AND SPECIES: italics, as in Acer hookeri
2011-01-21T19-32-32-01_9781926685489_0023_001’Tis Always the Season
2011-01-21T19-32-32-01_9781926685489_0023_002THE GARDENER, BY rights, should be a contented creature in midwinter. The glories of the previous summer’s garden linger in the memory as testament to one’s genius. The possibilities for even higher refinements in the year ahead glitter like stars on clear cold nights. In the blessed hiatus of winter, one is free to remember and to dream. That’s the hypothesis. But in the final days of January one winter, I was reminded again of how viciously gardeners who let down their guard can be blindsided in the dormant season.
We’d had a cold, steady rain all day. I’d spent the afternoon sprawled on damp earth, excavating the crawl space under our house. This is a task best undertaken before a house is built, but that’s not my way of doing things. Around five in the evening I emerged from the crawl space filthy and freezing, craving a hot shower, a revivifying drink, and a comfortable dinner. Pausing in the dark before going indoors, I noticed that the rain was now mixed with flakes of wet snow. Not another bloody snowstorm! We’d had two substantial snowfalls in the previous weeks, the heaviest just before Christmas. Amply warned by weather forecasters, on each occasion we’d dutifully marched outdoors and shaken accumulating snow from vulnerable trees and shrubs, thereby averting serious breakage. Concerned that we might be seeing the beginnings of another heavy snowfall, I called the local weather station. A recorded message predicted, Showers mixed with wet snow at higher elevations.
Nothing too alarming on the horizon, obviously. Reassured, we settled down to a cozy evening indoors. Rain continued, with increasing wet snow. We stayed up for the 11 PM forecast, which called for light snow.
And off we went to bed.
We awoke to an unusually luminous light at dawn. The power was out. The yard and surrounding forest were swathed in deep snow. The place resembled a sentimental Christmas card come to life. But when we stepped outdoors, the beauty of the winter scene curdled to horror. The garden had been devastated. Our oldest Cornus kousa, in front of the house—a dogwood of sublime beauty when blooming in June—had lost the top of its crown, with several thick limbs snapped off. Farther on, a paperbark maple had a major limb torn from its trunk. The halesia silver bell lay flat on the ground, as did the Japanese snow-bell, Styrax japonica. A Mount Etna broom I’d spent years training into a thirteen-foot-tall beauty had crumpled, too. A pair of European birches were weeping to the ground, just as Robert Frost described. Similarly assailed, golden and black bamboos were bowed to the earth like the heads of grieving widows. A young Magnolia grandiflora—whose large, evergreen leaves normally make it vulnerable to heavy snow—remained marvelously upright, a testament to my recent anti-snowfall pruning. But small consolation that was, for the beautiful little blue mimosa we’d coddled through seven previous winters now lay flattened by snow-slides off the roof, its roots cruelly torn from the earth.
After such disasters one scuttles around fretting and attempting remediation. All the while the message rings clear and unequivocal in one’s mind: You should have been out there last night, bozo, shaking the snow off! Without your dereliction of duty, this calamity would not have occurred. Yes, you know you should have taken the necessary precautions, but you were so weary and cold from a long day outdoors. Plus the forecasters failed to forewarn you. Yes, it was the forecaster’s fault, not yours—mediocre meteorologists were to blame for this mess, not you!
The following days were spent dissecting the disaster with gardening colleagues. Of course, Ms. X had been out in her garden at midnight, shaking snow from every tree, and suffered not a twig’s worth of damage. Gratifyingly, Madame Y—known far and wide as a fastidious groundskeeper—had uncharacteristically abandoned her garden in favor of the ski hill and suffered destruction comparable to our own. Sharing misery with others both amplifies and mollifies its sting.
Catastrophe is a frequent visitor to the winter garden, but so is ecstasy. Another episode also began in the crawl space under our house. The ill-named space is actually much too cramped for crawling. When