Garden View: Are Green Thumbs Inherited?
Liza Gyllenhaal is the author of the novels “Local Knowledge,” “So Near,” and the forthcoming “A Place for Us,” all set in the Rural Intelligence region. She and her husband divide their time between Manhattan and West Stockbridge, MA where she writes — and putters around in her garden. We’re pleased to share her periodic musings on gardening and other topics with RI readers.
I think there must be a gardening gene, yet to be discovered in some secret strand of our DNA. My paternal grandmother created one of the most beautiful and extensive rose gardens I’ve ever seen (and I’m a devoted rosarian) in the small Pennsylvania town where I grew up. In the midst of the Depression, newly widowed and with six children to raise, she began what was to become a horticultural heaven on earth that remains to this day — in the hands of a first cousin — a lovely, edenic refuge.
I first heard the call — and it really did feel like an almost audible cry from somewhere outside — at a place we were renting in the Berkshires over 20 years ago. It was a somewhat ramshackle, brown shingled Cape that had once been surrounded by traditional perennial beds. After several decades of neglect, however, the gardens had become grassy and weed-choked. On weekends when I’d planned to relax and recoup from a hectic life in the city, I found myself on my hands and knees, pulling up bishops weeds, digging out a border, and plugging the holes with begonias, geraniums, impatiens — all the usual, generic suspects from the local garden center. At that point I didn’t know the difference between an annual and a perennial — or that there even was one. I just felt the thrill of a new infatuation — the yearning to know more and go deeper. I couldn’t wait to get up to the house on Friday nights — jumping out of the car as soon we arrived to check on my plants, often in the dark, by flashlight.
What I came to realize that summer was that — unrealized for many years and quite unexpectedly — I’d found a calling. I was in my mid-thirties, a late bloomer, but I felt a kinship with my grandmother that I never had as a child. That reserved, proper matron and I shared a wild and unquenchable love. We were both gardeners.
I’ve learned a lot since then. Though the observation is hardly original, I’ve come to understand firsthand that, at its heart, gardening is the urge to add order and context to the landscape, to somehow harness and humanize the wild. In that sense, mother nature herself is the wisest and most patient of teachers. Now remember, dear, you can almost hear her say as you take in the sad little heap of shriveled stems and leaves, never plant your basil before Memorial Day. I’ve also come to believe that being out in nature and learning how to listen to its secret harmonies is one of the great joys and privileges life has on offer.
I hope you enjoy these photos of my gardens which, as all gardeners will understand, remain a work in progress. Joe Eck and Wayne Winterrowd — master gardeners and authors of some of the most delightful books on gardening I’ve ever read — have written that you know you’re a true gardener when, in the midst of weeding or planting, you’ll look across your flower beds and say, “Next year, I’m going to prune back the spirea.” Or, “Next summer, I’m going to plant some dahlias.”
In other words, gardening is a life-long passion. One that you’re never too old to discover for yourself.
This month you might want to:
• Visit the Berkshire Botanical Garden on Friday, May 11 and Saturday, May 12 for the 35th Annual Plant Sale. I’ve found some of the most interesting and successful plants there over the years — and I always pick up my annual herbs at the Monkshead Nursery booth. They have the best cherry tomato selection in the area!
• Plant early vegetable seeds. Ward’s Nursery & Garden Center carries Renee’s seeds, which always do very well for me, as does everything from The Cook’s Garden. I have raised beds in a fenced-in area (we’re in ground hog territory) and have already put in radicchio, escarole, arugula, rainbow chard, cut and come again mesclun, and oak leaf lettuces. Memorial Day weekend, if the warm weather continues to hold, I’ll put in seeds for tri-colored green beans, cucumbers (for pickling in August), nasturiums, zinnias and cosmos — and plant the cherry tomatoes and annual herbs (see above).
• Sign up for lectures and workshops at the Berkshire Botanical Garden. Or take a one-day seminar on container gardening with Bob Hyland, owner of the late (and lamented) Loomis Creek Nursery, and local author and gardener extraordinaire Margaret Roach in Copake Falls, NY.
• Mark your calendar for the wonderful Open Days sponsored by the Garden Conservancy and visit some of the most exclusive and amazing private gardens in your area. This weekend, on Saturday, May 12th, you can visit Margaret Roach’s fabulous garden in Copake Falls as well as Mead Farm House Garden and Maxine Paetro’s Broccoli Hall, both in Amenia, NY. —Liza Gyllenhaal