We Made a Garden
by Margery Fish,with a foreword by Graham Stuart Thomas
Modern Library Gardening, 129 pp., $11.95 (paper)
Green Thoughts: A Writer in the Garden
by Eleanor Perényi, with an introduction by Allen Lacey
Modern Library Gardening, 289 pp., $13.95 (paper)
The Gardener’s Year
by Karel Capek, with an introduction by Verlyn Klinkenborg
Modern Library Gardening, 117 pp., $11.95 (paper)
My Summer in a Garden
by Charles Dudley Warner, with an introduction by Allan Gurganus
Modern Library Gardening, 100 pp., $11.95 (paper)
The Botany of Desire: A Plant’s-Eye View of the World
by Michael Pollan
Random House, 271 pp., $13.95 (paper)
An Island Garden
by Celia Thaxter, illustrated by Childe Hassam, with an introduction by Tasha Tudor
Houghton Mifflin, 126 pp., $35.00
In launching his series of gardening classics, Michael Pollan (himself the author of one such classic, Second Nature) explains that he has deliberately excluded reference works and strictly how-to books: “The emphasis is more along the lines of how-to-think-about-it rather than how-to-do-it.” A garden library, if it is to be at all extensive, will have a decent shelf of such volumes. They guide us through the early stages of a craze. They bully or they cajole. They transmit prejudices and enthusiasms, along with their technical know-how, such as it is.
That they are out of date may only add to their charm, for they are nurturers of fantasy. We should like, in a way, to have led something of the life that led their authors to make these observations. Here is Vita Sackville-West on the subject of the herbaceous peony:
Larger than any rose, it has something of the cabbage rose’s voluminous quality; and when it finally drops from the vase, it sheds its vast petticoats with a bump on the table, all in an intact heap, much as a rose will suddenly fall, making us look up from our book or conversation, to notice for one moment the death of what had still appeared to be a living beauty.
You do not have to covet the tower room in Sissinghurst Castle, you do not have to be wearing jodhpurs, to feel the charm of this thought, that you might be quietly reading or in leisurely conversation, and there might be a vase of peonies nearby, and a flowerhead would fall—and you would notice it, because that’s the kind of beauty-noticing person you would be.
Here is Gertrude Jekyll in a highly influential passage on growing climbing roses into trees:
For spaces between garden and wild, for sloping banks, for broken ground, as of an old gravel pit or other excavation, for all sorts of odds and ends of unclassified places about the home grounds, the rambling and free-growing Roses seem to be offered us by a specially benevolent horticultural providence. A well-prepared hole is all they need at first. About four years after planting, if the best they can do for us is desired, they should be looked to in the way of removing old wood…. When they begin to grow freely among bushes or trees, if it is desired to lead the far-reaching growths one way rather than another, it is easily done with a long forked stick, and a very interesting and pleasant job it is. It is like painting a picture with an immensely long-handled brush, for with a fourteen-foot pole with a forked end one can guide the branches into Yew or Holly or tall Thorn very nearly into such forms of upright spring or downward swag as one pleases.
Oh give me such a fourteen-foot pole with a forked end and let me loose on this interesting and pleasant work, so that I can catch and guide these freely …