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ISBN-13: | 9781926812090 |
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Publisher: | Greystone Books |
Publication date: | 12/01/2009 |
Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
Format: | eBook |
Pages: | 336 |
File size: | 267 KB |
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Introduction to the Tenth-Anniversary Edition
Surely one of the great attractions of gardening is its endless interplay of continuity and change. In many ways the garden remains the same year after year-the precision with which a dragonfly alights on the floating leaf of a waterlily, the sweet nostalgia of honeysuckle scent on a midsummer evening, the resolute strength of stout oak limbs. Yet the place is never absolutely the same, even from moment to moment, as a sudden spill of petals changes everything, a hummingbird appears in an iridescent commotion, or the slant of light shifts to illuminate a corner in shadow moments earlier. In every garden timelessness and evanescence perpetually conspire.
Ten years have slipped past since this book of garden meditations first appeared. Back then we were hurtling towards the century's end with as much Sturm und Drang as the popular media could muster. But in retrospect that already seems a comparatively saner and gentler age, before 9/11 and the maelstrom of carnage and paranoia it unleashed. Despite the warnings of scientists and environmentalists, the monster of global climate change had not yet become real in public consciousness. Google and YouTube were not on anybody's screen.
The mania for gardening was near its apogee as the century wound down. Gardening books were flying off bookstore shelves, big garden shows were jammed elbows-to-ribs with enthusiastic viewers, and nurseries bulged with new and exciting plant selections. Interest in organic methods, native plants and wildlife gardening was at an all-time high. You couldn't turn on a television without encountering a gardening guru in full plumage.
The gardening fever that swept through mainstream culture, as it seems to do every few decades, appears to have run its course. Busy professionals discovered to their dismay how much time and effort, not to mention cost, is involved in maintaining a trophy garden. Specialty plant societies and garden clubs complain of an aging membership and lack of young recruits. Some garden shows have shrunk or disappeared entirely. Publishers who ten years ago were baying like hounds in pursuit of gardening books now sniff, "We're not doing any gardening titles at present." Television producers now bend their attentions less to gardens than to home decor and outdoor living.
So, yes, there have been tectonic shifts and slips of all sorts since An Ecology of Enchantment was published as a modest celebration of one year in a garden on a small island off Canada's west coast. I wrote at the time that "this is not a book about how to garden-a highly site-specific matter-but about the passions and raptures, the heartache and melancholy of those who do." And, in this regard, plus ça change! Ten years, forty full seasons later, the passion abides, the raptures and sadnesses recur. An affair with a garden-the book's original U.S. title was This Rambling Affair-seldom grows stale. The garden of the heart holds charms that do not fade with age, but rather deepen and diversify.
A decade ago, our ornamental garden was ten years old and I was fifty-three. The photograph on the book's cover showed a springtime garden of narcissi and tulips and precious little else. Compared with this spring's display of maturing trees, shrubs and perennials, it looks an enthusiastic but rather paltry show. Nevertheless, I could write at the time: "Walking through the garden at dawn, and again in the late afternoon when sunlight seems to glow from inside the leaves themselves, you'd have to be a hopeless oaf not to feel, for all one's woes, a thrilling sense of a perfect world emerging." That very same tingling apprehension of perfection still occurs and I suspect will continue to occur ten springtimes from now, when we may glance back at today's garden as still very much a work in progress. And that's the great beauty of it, isn't it? That the garden remains a work in progress, an artistic exercise that's never finished. But at every stage of its existence it stirs with the excitements of the creative process.
Table of Contents
AcknowledgementsIntroduction to the Tenth-Anniversary Edition
Preface
January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December