How To Water Multiple Orchids
To The Jungle…
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Examining The Garden of Love…
Today as I was driving down Oxford Street I saw a woman on a refuge, carrying the Lighthouse.* She was an unknown woman, - up from the country, I should think, and just been to Mudie's or the Times, - and as the policeman held me up with his white glove I saw your name staring … Continue reading Examining The Garden of Love…
The Modest Christmas Cyclamen
I went to a Christmas party given by a neighbor of mine...All the things appertaining to a cocktail party were standing about, on tables; but the thing that instantly caught my eye was a pot plant of cyclamen I had not seen for years. Delicate in its quality, subtle in its scent, which resembles the … Continue reading The Modest Christmas Cyclamen
Garden For The Eyes-Write For The Ears
The watchers out on the grass could see the interior of the rooms illuminated by the savage glow. The paneling of the hall had caught, and even as they looked they saw the canvas of a portrait give an extra little spurt of a yellower flame and flutter without its frame to the floor. This … Continue reading Garden For The Eyes-Write For The Ears
Bugbane: The Angel Of The *Fall*
Not often now, in my saddened old wisdom, do I get enticed by catalogue descriptions into ordering something which I know is almost bound to disappoint. Yet from time to time I fall. I do not regret this. If one lost the capacity of falling, it would mean that one had passed from the trustful … Continue reading Bugbane: The Angel Of The *Fall*
In Themes Of War…
Preparing One's Garden For Winter
Morning Glory: A Warning
Meanwhile we surround a huge black Chinese jar with the blue Oxypetalum and the blue plumbago all through the summer, and drop a pot full of morning glory, Heavenly Blue, into the Chinese jar, to pour downwards into a symphony of different blues. -Vita Sackville-West A Joy of Gardening; 1958 I missed writing a post … Continue reading Morning Glory: A Warning
Spiderwort or The Unfortunately Named
It is sufficiently remarkable that a great and powerful noble should have accepted so frank a criticism from a peasant, little more than a child. He was more accustomed to see such people tremble in his presence. Such impertinence must have taken his breath away. Besides, it attacked him in his most private feelings. -Vita … Continue reading Spiderwort or The Unfortunately Named
BRIANNE TURCZYNSKI 