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The Massachusetts Horticultural Society Meeting on May 6, 1946
#OTD On this day the annual meeting of the Massachusetts Horticultural Society was held at Horticultural Hall at 3:00 p.m. on May 6, 1946. Here’s an excerpt from their delightful minutes: From the President’s Address: At the end of the war, we were met with this question, “Will interest in gardening continue to grow or…
Wood Fire Perfume
by Charles Joseph Sauriol The perfume I liked was the smell of a Wood Fire. Planting seed or trees was preferable to throwing one’s seed around recklessly… The dance floor I knew best was a long carpet of Pine Needles. Note: The naturalist Charles Joseph Sauriol, an esteemed son of Toronto, was born on…
Blissful Memory of the Don
by Charles Joseph Sauriol With summer’s heat, the weeks sped by, And springtime streams did all but dry. But days grew short and followed on, Oh, blissful memory of the Don. Of you, we think with saddened heart, Our time is up and we must part. Note: The naturalist Charles Joseph Sauriol, an…
Gardening and Stonewall Jackson
Note: Today, (May 2) in 1863, Stonewall Jackson was shot by his own men, and I thought his life story contained many moving passages. An article in the Washington Post, called “Stonewall Jackson had a soft side”, revealed that just before the start of the civil war, Jackson had developed a love for gardening.…
Our Garden Has Been Thirsting For Water
Note: Today, (May 2) in 1863, Stonewall Jackson was shot by his own men, and I thought his life story contained many moving passages. An article in the Washington Post, called “Stonewall Jackson had a soft side”, revealed that just before the start of the civil war, Jackson had developed a love for gardening.…
I Watered Our Flowers This Morning
Note: Today, (May 2) in 1863, Stonewall Jackson was shot by his own men, and I thought his life story contained many moving passages. An article in the Washington Post, called “Stonewall Jackson had a soft side”, revealed that just before the start of the civil war, Jackson had developed a love for gardening.…
Let us cross over the river
Note: Today, (May 2) in 1863, Stonewall Jackson was shot by his own men, and I thought his life story contained many moving passages. An article in the Washington Post, called “Stonewall Jackson had a soft side”, revealed that just before the start of the civil war, Jackson had developed a love for gardening.…
A Man of Words and Not of Deeds
Note: Today, (May 2) in 1863, Stonewall Jackson was shot by his own men, and I thought his life story contained many moving passages. An article in the Washington Post, called “Stonewall Jackson had a soft side”, revealed that just before the start of the civil war, Jackson had developed a love for gardening.…
My Little Dove Has a Tree Full of Them
I was mistaken about [our] large garden fruit being peaches… It turns out to be apricots and I enclose one which I found on the ground today… Just think, my little Dove has a tree full of them. Note: Today, (May 2) in 1863, Stonewall Jackson was shot by his own…
Twilight Hymn
by Phoebe Hinsdale Brown Yes, when the toilsome day is gone, And night, with banners gray, Steals silently the glade along In twilight’s soft array. I love to steal awhile away From little ones and care, And spend the hours of setting day In gratitude and prayer. I love to feast on Nature’s scenes When…
David Douglas Journal Entry April 30, 1827
After breakfast at one o’clock… I became desirous of ascending one of the peaks, and accordingly, I set out alone on snowshoes … The labor of ascending the lower part, which is covered with pines, is great beyond description, sinking on many occasions to the middle. Halfway up vegetation ceases entirely, not so much a…
Old Botany Bay
by Mary Gilmore I’m old Botany Bay; stiff in the joints, little to say. I am he who paved the way, that you might walk at your ease to-day. I was the conscript sent to hell to make in the desert the living well. I bore the heat, I blazed the track- furrowed and bloody…
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