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Ah, who’d be fashionable? Or classy?

Someone else with a new garden which has prompted reflections.

Anne Wareham, editor

Portrait Anne Wareham copyright Charles Hawes

 

 

 

 

 

Away From It All by Debbie Wilson

Having only ever had back gardens, I suddenly found myself with six acres. Five acres of that is a field and 15-year-old young woodland, the rest is garden. I can take the landscape into account, I can have a real meadow (hurrah!), I can do wild. That’s what you’re supposed to do, isn’t it?

 

Meadow at Veddw Copyright Charles Hawes

Wild?

 

I’ve started to read and to visit gardens. There are conservationists and eco-warriors, there are organic zero-wasters, there are self-seeders and plant colony promoters, there are people who just ‘edited’, there are prairie addicts, there are people who planted wildflowers in their borders and cultivated perennials in their meadows and there are grasses, grasses everywhere. I’ve started to doubt. What does ‘wild’ actually mean? And why is it the orthodoxy of the moment?

 

The natural world is undoubtedly restorative. In an overwhelmingly urban and suburban world, we need that more than ever. We love the idea of (probably less so the real thing) wilderness. We are constantly and rightly reminded of the reduction in biodiversity and the loss of natural habitats. We want both to deny this and to compensate by trying to create a small corner of the planet which reflects our ideals and gives us refuge from encroaching urbanisation. The most enthusiastic adherents of the wild are often either urban or at least bound by urban value systems. Educated middle or upper classes grieve over the loss of the ‘natural’ in our lives. (It is no coincidence perhaps that ‘wild planting’ often looks best set against the formalism of minimalist architecture.)

Meadow at Veddw. Copyright Anne Wareham SAM_2076

Yep, real meadow. Not been wild for thousands of years maybe. But meadow for many.

Holidays, for many, are the main way of reconnecting with the natural world. We try to recreate this sense of freedom and seclusion in our gardens. We imitate wildernesses we have visited, the chic design of modern art galleries, or a lost world of country vicarages, bucolic orchards and Victorian meadows. For gardening is also nostalgic, almost by definition, from the first ideas of a paradise lost to the current museum style of the National Trust. There has always been a golden age more natural, more idyllic to try to recreate.

 

And it was, it has to be said, usually owned by those with a wealth and privilege we like to emulate. (Why else, for goodness sake, do postage-stamp gardens try to create miniature versions of the grounds of a country house?) And there’s the rub: the fantasy of wilderness is of a place free, accessible to all. But most of it is privately owned by the wealthy few. Garden designers and the garden media present the achievements of the affluent as our role model. And we go to their magazines and books for advice and ideas. It’s hard to escape the pressure to keep up, to impress: gardens, like houses, are aspirational.

Meadow closeup Veddw Copyright Anne Wareham SAM_1218

Up to the 18th century, gardening in Britain was strictly formal in design until the aristocracy with a new appreciation of landscape learned from painting, and with a sentimentality gleaned from pastoral poetry extended their gardens out into their estates, extolling the ‘savage picturesque’. Meanwhile their tenants, supplemented their fruit and vegetable plot with herbs and wild flowers, many with practical uses like primroses, violets, foxgloves and marigolds, from the surrounding countryside. The aristocracy claimed ownership of the wider beauties of nature whilst the working man, who knew only too well the practicalities of working in the cold and the mud, appropriated the smaller beauties to the safe confines of his own plot. It’s Jay Appleton’s ‘prospect’ and ‘refuge’[1], only it’s determined by class.

 

Now the affluent middle-class combine the two: they buy fields from indigent farmers and play at landowning. They design their gardens to blend with or echo the landscape around them, like the 18th century aristocrats. They like ‘prospect’. But they also bring wild flowers in to their gardens which they see as a refuge. A certain self-effacing modesty is a traditional British virtue, so combining the grand ambition of the aristocracy with the humble cottage garden is the ideal in good taste.

Meadow Veddw Copyright Anne Wareham SAM_1038

And they still, being upwardly mobile, wish for more. They want to escape their origins: hence calling someone’s garden ‘suburban’ is the ultimate insult. Gardening is a broad church, as the National Garden Scheme exemplifies, but horticultural judgements are, more often than not, inextricably entangled with those ideas of taste which are driven by social class and the current aesthetic. Gardening is riddled with snobbery – to its detriment. We’re all guilty of it.

 

The ‘wildflower meadow’ (although consisting mostly of cultivated annuals since they give a much more reliable show) has now reached suburban gardens and roadside verges and so the vanguard will need to find a new fashion to display their exclusivity. It’s not a little ironic that the gardening writer’s practice of recommending particular choices of plants and planting as exclusive only serves to make them popular. How long will it be before signature plants (eupatorium, veronicastrum, epilobium, for example) which I plant to show that I am a member of the club, become, as they say, common as muck?

Wild Garden at Veddw. Copyright Anne Wareham SAM_3622.jpg RS

So, I suppose that we have to accept that gardening is socially and culturally driven on the one hand but also try to hang on to why we think the natural world is significant.  Wild gardening is still (despite the passing of fashions) experimental. It’s much more difficult to grow wild flowers than the pundits would lead you to believe. Many have extremely specific requirements and we don’t know that much about their reproductive habits or their precise habitats.

 

For me that’s the challenge: it makes sense to try to learn from the natural world how plants can flourish perfectly well without our help and when we don’t interfere too much, and then apply that knowledge to all our garden plants. And that, I suspect, is what wild gardening should be.

Debbie Wilson

Debbie Wilson portrait

 

 

 

 

 

[1] Jay Appleton, The Experience of Landscape (1975) proposes a theory of aesthetics based on satisfying our desire for opportunity (prospect) and safety (refuge).

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