Starting out with the story of Stuart-Smith’s grandfather, his horticultural rehabilitation after a horrific spans as a POW in a Turkish prison during WWI. He escaped by sea, was rescued by a British ship, and miraculously recovered from extreme malnutrition, after given but months to survive. Migrating to Canada for a brief respite, working the land, he and his wife return to England. They buy a small farm, with an orchard and some critters, and begin their love of gardening.
Her mother follows suit, albeit on a smaller scale, when widowed young. She also utilized garden therapy to heal without being aware of the actuality. (The best! You don’t do it for it, it just is.)
Later, while in college, switching from her degree in English and training to be a doctor, she marries in her 3rd year of training. This is where the real push into the bush comes, as her new partner is an avid gardener. In their new home and acreage, (The Barn) the dirt is immediately under their nails.
Working as a psychiatrist, she, along with husband and 3 children, plunge into herbs, vegetables and the bounty of uses for them all.
We head into the head.. a garden of its own, if you will. Where blooms flourish, then die, like experiences to memories. Nods to great thinkers in both her fields, as well as homage to Wordsworth’s poetic analysis. Noting the gardens and toilers along the way, how it went from chores of slavery to a (somewhat) gentle therapy when the Benedictines began their therapeutic horticultural realms.
There is a lot of mind being explored with the soil. Both are heavily into her forte. Garden therapy is explained, examples and cases given, results in psyche and body noted. It’s in-depth.
When comparing early childhood development, as in the acceptance of failure, to that of growing plants from seed, she points out “hubris may be a weed that is not so commonly encountered in the mind of the gardener.”
Juxtaposing school and prison horticultural programs with their innumerable benefits to all involved. Talking to some partaking, their pride in being responsible for food, life, beauty.
We are taken into several therapeutic gardens, usually adjacent to a hospital. Churches are also known to occasionally have them nearby. (I visited an amazing garden in Phoenix intended for serenity.)
That nature is so heavily ingrained in our psyche.. (even genetic make-up?) should not be a revelation. We’ve only been void of its constant for 6 generations. Cities of such density are relatively new to our species. We are slowly evolving (tho more so devolving) from living off the land to driving hours just to find it. Sigh!
Loved chapter 6 / Roots. More nature than mind in-depth. Fascinating bit on Limpets. Loved that now ingrained knowledge. As also with prior chapter...I was agog.. how could I, a Master Gardener, been void of the knowing that a coconut is actually a seed?? The seed-planting Fijian ant is incredible!
Numerous references to famed mind healers and their connections to gardening, of course. Was pleased to see it’s been do prevalent.
In chapter 9 (War And Gardening) we are told of the abundant practice of foxhole gardens. Soldiers maintained their patches of food and beauty, a semblance of normalcy, as war raged about them. So sadly beautiful. Her own grandfather was a POW and she shares a bit of his story and recovery.
One of the best take-aways from the book was learning of the Todmorden “Incredible Edibles” movement, whereas townies grow site specific vegetables, herbs, fruits and such where they may most be needed / appreciated, for anyone to take. What a fabulous concept! I have a Little Free Library, and think next year, I’ll plant my devil strip with a little free garden. Hmm.
A well researched, heavily quoted, and bountifully resourced book with the later dutifully noted at the end. Interesting how many well-known people in other fields were also such avid gardeners.