In this small, but powerful book, Mabey stands back and looks at the decisions made over their two acre garden in Norfolk for the last twenty years.
Amongst the many comments about his back aching and his eye sight fading, we find closely observed changes to his garden brought about by nature but also with a helping hand from he and his wife and sometimes completely created by him as in the mediterranean bed. Not a lot native in that area of the garden.
The title is interesting because I think his garden is anything but accidental. To me, accidental has the connotations of it all happening without thought or decision making and that is definitely not the case. A LOT of thought went into who and how the garden develped and whilst it might have been a partnership between the Mabeys and nature, there are definite ideas about how it would happen.
We can play other roles beyond the planning and planting and pruning, roles that are also special to our human identity. Be interpreters, scribes, witnesses, neighbours. The welcomers at the gate.
p156
The subtitle is more accurate: Gardens, Wilderness and the space in between.
A daily perambulation around your garden is a wonderful way of seeing all those small changes including the creatures that move in to help with that change. The secret is to allow these changes to occur. No, a large branch falling off a tree is not planned, but the decision to leave it where it fell and observe what happens is. It was at this point that Mabey realised he didn't have the native oak tree but the Turkey oak which leads into a discussion about native trees and plant introductions. He talks about the red valerian which has settled into a patch of gravel near his boiler outlet, its many names suggesting a history of establishing itself wherever it lands because the big question is where does a plant properly belong?
Beyond their transportation by humans, plants have always been autonomous wanderers, carried by ocean currents and migrating birds, their ranges pushed this way and that by changes in the climate. But underneath this slow nomadic drift there is a compelling sense of the kind of environment into which an individual species 'fits'. This is not just an ecological fit (type of soil, shade, humidity, etc) but a cultural one, based on long associations. Plants aren't passive objects in a landscape; they help comprise and shape landscapes, and our experience of place.
p98
Because the book looks back over twenty years, Mabey is able to see changes in this thinking and this is powerful.
In a time of great environmental instability, maybe we need to adopt a more generous and inclusive idea of nativeness, a more welcoming attitude to newcomers. Our long-term inhabitants are being shifted by climate change and sometimes destroyed by the diseases proliferating in its wake. Unless we allow - even enable - new colonists in old places we could end up with impoverished ecosystems and landscapes. They are, at the very least, an insurance policy.
p106
A wonderful book, a memoir through the eyes of a garden, that is going on the gardening book club list.