The Allure of the Seed Catalogs

Here is a wonderful little story that I originally found in our beloved Alfred C. Hottes book, Garden Facts & Fancies.  It is entitled "A Summer in our Garden" by Gertrude Ellis Skinner.  I read it awhile ago & I found it exceptionally charming.  I did a little digging on Gertrude & found out that she was raised in Austin, MN (small world).  This excerpt below was originally published in The Modern Gladiolus Grower for both Amateurs and Professionals in December, 1916, published by Madison Cooper, Calcium, New York.   It is truly amazing that almost 100 years later, Gertrude gathered my feelings in her words.  There is a line in the Indigo Girls song "Virginia Woolf", that sums up my thoughts. "But if you need to know that you've weathered the storm of cruel mortality and well a hundred years later, I'm sitting here living proof."  So thanks Gertrude - a hundred years later, I'm sitting here on a January day with a smile on my face thinking of my beautiful garden.

"A Summer in Our Garden" by Gertrude Ellis Skinner

"Summer is our garden begins with the arrival of the first seed catalog in January, and closes the day before its arrival the next January.  We may be short on flowers in our garden, but we are long on seed catalogues in our  library.  We do not believe in catalogue houses excepting seed catalogues.  We find them more marvelous than the Arabian Nights, more imaginative than Baron Manchausen, and more alluring than a circus poster.  We care not who steals the Mona Lisa so long as Salzer sends us pictures of his cabbages.  The art gallery of the Louvre may be robbed of its masterpiece without awakening a pang in our breasts, if Dreer will only send us the pictures of those roses that bloom in the paint shops of Philadelphia.  Morgan may purchase the choicest collection of paintings in Europe & hide them from the public in his New York mansion, if May will send us pictures of watermelons, such as were never imagined by Raphael, Michael Angelo, or Correggio. 

While the world watches the struggle for the ownership of some great railway system, the control of some big trust, the development of some enormous enterprise, we watch for the arrival of the seed catalogue to see which artist can get the most cabbages in a field, the most melons on a cart, or make the corn look most like the big trees of Yosemite.  Don't talk to us of the pleasure of bridge whist, it is not to be compared with the seed catalogue habit.

In the seed catalog we mark all the things we are going to buy.  We mark all the new things.  There is the Wonderberry, sweeter than the Blueberry, with the fragrance of the pineapple & the lusciousness of the strawberry!  We mark the Himalaya-berry -- which grows thirty feet, sometimes sixty feet in a single season.  Why, one catalog told of a man who picked 3,833 1/2 pounds of berries from a single vine, besides what his children ate.  Our Himalaya vine grew four inches the first season & died the first Winter.  We were glad it did.  We did not want such a monster running over our garden.  We wanted to raise other things. 

But we did not lose faith in our catalogs.  We believe that they say just as the small boy believes he will see a lion eat a man at the circus, because the billboard picture him doing it.

If we ordered all the seeds we mark in the catalogue in January, we would require a township for a garden, a Rockefeller to finance it & an army to hoe it.  We did not understand the purpose of a catalog for a long time.  A catalog is a stimulus.  It's like an oyster cocktail before a dinner, a Scotch highball before the banquet, and the singing before a sermon.  Salzer knows no one ever raised such a crop of cabbages as he pictures or the world would be drowned in sauerkraut.  If the Himalaya-berry
bore as the catalogs say it does we should all be buried in jam.  You horticulturists never expect to
raise such an apple as Lindsay describes; if you did, they would be more valuable than the golden apples of Hesperides.

But when we get a catalogue we just naturally dream that what we shall raise will not only be as good but will excel the pictures.  Alas, of such stuff are dreams made!  We could not do our gardening without catalogues, but they are not true to life as we find in our garden.  We never got a catalogue that showed the striped bug on the cucumber, the slug on the rose bush, the louse on the aster, the cut worm on the phlox, the black bug on the syringe, the thousand and one pest, including the great American hen, the queen of the backyard, but the Goth and vandal of our garden.

But the best part of summer in our garden is the work we do in the winter.  Then it is that our garden is most beautiful, for we work in the garden of imagination, where drouth does not blight, nor storms devastate, where the worm never cuts or the bugs destroy.  No dog ever uproots in the garden of imagination, nor doth the hen scratch.  This is the perfect garden.  Our Goldenglow blossoms in all of it's auriferous splendor, the Oriental Poppy is a barbaric blaze of glory, our Roses are as fair as the tints of Aurora, the Larkspur vies with the azure of heaven, the Gladioli are like a galaxy of butterflies and our Lilies like those which put Solomon in the shade.  Every flower is in it's proper place to make harmony complete.  There is not a jarring note of color in our garden in the Winter time.

Then comes the Spring in our garden...."

For further info on Gertrude, check out these links.
  Getrude Ellis Skinner bio
"A Summer in Our Garden"
Austin, MN Ellis Middle School

                                                                      A few of my faves.

                                                                                                                                                                            

The Cold Moon

Quiet

Tonight is the first Full Moon of the year.  The exact time of our full moon is 10:52:12 pm CST.

"The Cold Moon lights our way into the unknown.  In many areas, the January nights are cold - almost brittle - and snow softens the barren landscape.  Tonight, the Cold Moon serves as a beacon, & we are drawn to her to lead us on our journey into the New Year.   If you can see her, gaze upon her for the first time.  See the moonlight as it shines upon the snow & turns the frost of the windowpanes to glitter.  Let the moonlight become your path into the future.  Honor her by lighting a white or silver candle, & place it near a window.  As an offering, crumble white sage near your door to purify the threshold.  Welcome her by opening your front door.  Step outside and see yourself walking down a new path, but you are unafraid.  Speak to her:  

As I speak these words on this winter night,            Guide me Cold Moon with your light.

                                                                             Allow my path to remain clear,

                                                                             As I travel through another year."

                                                                                                                            James Kambos 

I also found in the trusty The Old Famers Almanac that this was called Wolf Moon by the Algonquin tribes of Native Americans "because it appeared when wolves howled in hunger outside the villages."

Happy Cold Moon.  Even in these bitter cold nights of January, beauty abounds, as our journey of this New Year begins.

The real Green Man

Felted Green Man

The decoration of this year’s tree by the Minnesota Herb Society was inspired by the twin themes of the Winter Solstice and the archetypal “Green Man” – both symbols of rebirth, renewal, and regeneration. History tells us that the Solstice has been a time of celebration for many millennia. “Solstice” – literally a time when the sun stands still – is the darkest day of the year. But it is also the day when the light returns, and Solstice festivities celebrate the promise of spring and rebirth.

The “Green Man” is an artistic rendition, in sculpture, wood carving, drawing, or other medium, of a face surrounded by or made from leaves, vines, or other vegetation. He is commonly seen as an architectural ornament on the walls of churches and other buildings around the world, in many cultures and many ages. In most traditions, the Green Man is a symbol of rebirth, representing the cycle of growth beginning each spring.

The Herb Society members have created Green Men (and Women) – and other ornaments on the tree – from leaves, branches, vines, berries, and their imaginations, using the flora of fall to decorate the symbols of spring’s promise of rebirth. The Yule Log beneath the tree is another Solstice symbol. Long before it was associated with religious observance, the Yule Log was given as a gift, often decorated with greenery, symbolizing the spark of hope when ignited.

The solstice is a time of quietude, of firelight and dreaming, when seeds germinate in the cold earth and the cold notes of church bells mingle with the chimes of icicles. Rivers are stilled and the land lies waiting beneath a coverlet of snow. . . . Then, as the Solstice sun moves across the heavens, the new year wakens, the darkness is dispelled, the days grow longer, and we prepare for new beginnings.

                                    ~ John Matthews

I heard a bird sing

In the dark of December,

A magical thing,

And sweet to remember:

“We are nearer to Spring

Than we were in September,”

I heard a bird sing

In the dark of December.

                                    ~ Oliver Herford

The Minnesota Herb Society wishes you peace and the comfort of friends and family this holiday season, and the promise of health and happiness in the new year.

Some Admirers

Well, this is why we work so hard on the tree.  I thought I'd post a few last shots.  Thanks to all who worked so hard on it.  It turned out beautiful & expressed our natural intent.