The men who invented Orchids [even the naughty bits]

Look at almost any website  about orchids and you’ll discover that there is a Greek myth which explains how they came into being and how they got their name.  The myth tells of  Orchis, the son of a satyr and a nymph, who clearly inherited some of his father’s libidinous behaviour. He is said to have assaulted or even raped a priestess of Dionysus, the god of wine.  The god took his revenge by having Orchis torn apart by wild beasts and then scattering the bits to the four winds.  `His father was obviously distraught and begged for the gods to bring him back to life. In vain. However they did agree to transform each of the bits of his body into a flower which is named after him – in other words  they became orchids.   Sounds convincing doesn’t it – not very nice but then nobody’s ever claimed that Greek myths were  pleasant!

There’s only one problem with the story….

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The King of Covent Garden

Have you ever grown an apple tree from seed? It’s one of those things I guess many of us tried as a child but I doubt any of us were even ten per cent  as successful as Mary Ann Brailsford.  

Never heard of her?  You will do when you know the result of her decision to plant some pips of an apple that her mother was preparing for a fruit pie way back in 1809. One germinated and when it was too big for its pot Mary planted it out in her garden.  Seedling apple trees usually take years to produce any fruit, so it grew away happily while she eventually got married and moved away and forgot all about it.

But what she had done although she didn’t know it, was plant the future King of Covent Garden or “The Finest Apple on Earth” according to the man who put it into commercial production.

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A German view of English Gardens and Nurseries

Camellia Francofurtensis                                          a hybrid created by Jacob Rinz

In the spring of 1829 a 20 year old trainee gardener from Frankfurt came to  Britain to visit gardens and nurseries. He  met John Claudius Loudon, the garden writer who recommended places to visit and then asked  him to write an account of his trip for the Gardener’s Magazine.

His views give an interesting insight into what was going on in commercial nurseries and several large estates around the country, and the  trip also seems to have been quite influential in his later career back in Germany

So over to Jacob Rinz…

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St Fiacre

Happy St Fiacre’s Day!

You’ve just got time to organise a party for the patron saint of gardening, whose “official” feast day in most places  is today – 31st August. But don’t worry if you can’t celebrate today, because in some places he’s honoured tomorrow, September 1st.

Nor should you worry if you don’t get an immediate response from Fiacre himself because he was/is a very busy man. Not only is he the spiritual guardian of gardeners but  for different reasons, believe it or not, he also takes care of taxi-drivers and sufferers from haemorrhoids.

So how did an obscure monk from Ireland end up having so much heavenly clout?

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Grimsthorpe

A crowned Saracen’s head, the crest of the Barons Willoughby de Eresby

I was listening to Radio 3’s Composer of the Week recently where the subject was Thomas Linley,  an English contemporary of Mozart I’d never heard of.  The music was impressive but  then I caught mention of a visit that Linley  paid to Grimsthorpe Castle in Lincolnshire in 1779 which ended in tragedy.  [More on that below]

It set me thinking about my own visits there and spurred me to write this post which I’ve been promising to do ever  since I included an amusing account of a visit to the ducal owner of Grimsthorpe in a much earlier post

[as usual the photos are mine unless otherwise acknowledged]

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