Tortuous Taxonomy, Sensuous World
As someone who just assumed that scientific names were authoritative and fixed and trustworthy, and — therefore — not very interesting, I am surely one of the readers Carol Kaesuk Yoon was addressing in...
As someone who just assumed that scientific names were authoritative and fixed and trustworthy, and — therefore — not very interesting, I am surely one of the readers Carol Kaesuk Yoon was addressing in...
Here’s a passage from the book I’m reading just now. The perfectly formed, little golden flowers soon give way to an equally beautiful, delicate white seed head that when blown upon by wind or...
Andrea Wulf is the author of that splendid account of a particularly English obsession with gardening, The Brother Gardeners. She is not English. That matters. In fact, it goes a long way toward accounting for the...
People who don’t know each other very well hardly ever talk about colour. It has an odd reputation for being personal. People say they “like” one colour or another, but after that there’s rarely any...
When you reach a certain age, you’re no longer the protagonist of your own actions: all you have left are the consequences of things you’ve already done. The seeds you’ve sown have been growing...
It’s raining. Again. In short, the weather is better-suited to reading and writing about gardens than to actually weeding or planting or musing, and it is making me think about the general run of...