Yes, I admit it. I had this stashed under my bed when I was a teenager. |
Like almost every
self-respecting male adolescent of my generation, I kept several copies of Playboy magazine tucked between the
mattress and box spring in my bedroom.
Those well-thumbed magazines had the beneficial effect of ensuring that
my bedroom was always neat and clean, so that prying adults would never stumble
upon them. My friends and I would spend
hours, ummm…, reading the articles.
I mention this ancient memory
because, last week, I chanced upon my wife and her friend and fellow gardener, Susan Hammond, sitting side by
side at our kitchen table; so intently poring over the pages of a
magazine-sized periodical that they did not hear me come in. As they turned pages, they would say ‘Wow’ in
unison and make breathless sotto voce comments about the photos on the page.
I do not normally interrupt such
interludes. My wife is entitled to her
private interests and her friendships.
But after one particular joint ‘gasp’, I felt I needed to investigate. And, unlike that one time when my mother unexpectedly
came into my bedroom while I was admiring ‘The Girls of Ole Miss’, Betty and Susan did not
quickly kick the publication under the kitchen table and pretend to be thumbing
through a stack of 45 rpm records.
The object of my wife's affection: Episcia 'Pink Brocade' |
No, instead, they brazenly smoothed
down the page so that I could see an Episcia
hybrid, better known as Flame Violet ‘Pink Brocade’, a container plant with a
draping leaves that mix pinks, whites, silvers and green; all interspersed with
brilliant red blooms.
Welcome to what my wife’s friend
jokingly calls, ‘plant pornography’. To
which Betty adds, “While everyone else is reading ‘Fifty Shades of Gray’, gardeners prefer ‘Fifty Shades of
Green’.” Each year at this time,
catalogs arrive (sans brown paper
wrapper) bearing photos of new and exotic plants, heavy with flowers and mixing
color palettes that are the antithesis of the relentless browns in the ‘real
world’ of a late autumn New England.
Logee's catalog, with the Holiday 'Calathea' on the cover. |
These catalogs come from many
sources, but two that get a lot of attention in New England come from Logee’s
and White Flower Farm. Both are based in
Connecticut and both are masters of both marketing and plant selection. The cover of the Logee’s catalog features a Calathea which they have dubbed the
‘Holiday Peacock Plant’. We have a
couple of Calatheas around out
house. But ours don’t have raspberry-red
flowers those promise continuous bloom once the plant reaches eighteen inches
in height. Nor does the foliage on our Calatheas have a white feathered pattern
around its leaves; but this one does.
White Flower Farms is a master of marketing. |
In the White Flower Farm Holiday
Catalog, Betty skips the bulbs and heads straight for the hard stuff: things
like Cape Primrose ‘Blue Mars’. Forget
everything you know about primula
vulgaris. What White Flower Farm is
offering may be called a ‘primrose’ but it’s a Streptocarpus, an African Violet relative that produces a profusion
of voluptuous, purplish-blue flowers.
We pull Euphorbia out of our garden all summer long. It’s a nuisance plant. But White Flower Farm has a new hybrid called
Euphorbia ‘Salmon’ that has luscious
salmon-colored flowers (brachts, actually) that rise over long succulent
leaves. It even ships in a white metal
cachepot. Garden thugs never looked so
good.
The Fragrant Jewel Orchid |
But the winner, at least to me,
is a Sarcoglottis sceptroides; the
Fragrant Jewel Orchid. Even if it never bloomed, Sarcoglottis would be a winner because of its beautiful,
silver-striped, spotted leaves. But
according to Logee’s, in winter and early spring, the Jewel Orchid puts up tall
(up to twenty inch) flower spikes, each of which is adorned with up to twenty
blooms. And the blooms have both a spicy
fragrance and turn green to gold as they age.
Plant pornography? Yeah.
But unlike the Girls of Ole Miss, you can bring these beauties home to
stare at all winter. And Mom not only won’t
mind, she’ll be pleased.
The catalogues get us through winter Neal. But after writing for White Flower Farm for four years, I am a bit tired of puffed up plant prose!
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