“O Tiger Lily I wish you could talk” says Alice in the Garden of Live Flowers, “we can talk” the Lily replies, “when there’s anybody worth talking to”.
I remember as a very young child of about six asking what that beautiful tall golden yellow plant was flowering a the back of my mother’s border, Golden Rod was the reply; no longer fashionable this is a plant that can be little invasive and for that reason rarely planted now.
Many books have been written about childrens’ adventures in gardens, Lewis Carol in ‘Through the Looking Glass’ (1871), ‘The Secret Garden’ by Frances Hodgson Burnett (1911) wherein the orphaned Mary finds the key to her uncle’s locked walled garden. Phillippa Pearce’s ‘Tom’s Midnight Garden’(1958), about a boy who travels back in time to visit a Victorian garden every time the clock strikes midnight.

I am sure all of you will have a favourite childhood memory of sights and smells within the garden, the scent of lilac on the air, the pungent smell of tomatoes in the greenhouse and sweet strawberries warm and glowing red in their straw bed, a confetti of blossom floating down to earth, the dry rustling of autumnal leaves as one kicks ones way through them.
The young are never judgemental, they have a simpler, more direct relationship with the world around them, it is as we grow older that our taste becomes more sophisticated and we learn what is considered to be fashionable and beautiful.
Gardeners can be terrible snobs. The list of plants condemned to be common are endless.
Fuschias, which some people think to be completely beyond the pale but which I adore. The flowers like little ballerinas, I still love to pop their buds. Petunias, how could anyone not enjoy their wonderful scent?
Dahlias were thought until very recently to be dead common until the Bishop of Llandaft came on the scene, its deep red jewelled petals and its dark plummy foliage and suddenly here was a dahlia that we could plant in our gardens and not be looked down upon. As a child I remember being fascinated by the earwigs that lurked within their petals and loving their bright colours.
Ah, colour, now there is another gardening pitfall one can fall into. I have a friend who loathes yellow flowers. I have even more friends who loathe orange and I have many, many, friends who love white gardens. Now I do appreciate that white gardens are beautiful, romantic and atmospheric but we suffer such long periods of grey/white skies in this country that it is wonderful to have a spot of colour in the garden when we can.
The bright blue of forget-me-nots which come free from God; some consider them to be weeds and ruthlessly pull them out, unless, as observed with amusement by my gardener, you pay a fortune to buy them from the local garden centre.
Snobbery concerning plants is not a new thing. A gentleman by the name of Samuel Gilbert in 1682 omitted from his gardens ‘obsolete and over dated flowers’.
When the famous horticulturalist John Rea wrote his book ‘Flora’ in 1665, he referred to lilies, peonies, daffodils and tulips as the ‘more ordinary’ and ‘the red lily as a vulgar flower, there are three others of some regard, fairer than any of the common sorts’.
Perhaps we should all try and regain that childish freshness of thought and not be afraid to stand up to the gardening snobs and plant what we like in our gardens, be it yellow, orange or the happy chaos of ‘weeds’.


