“The haughtyculturist is a good name for the kind of person who is as terrified of growing last year’s roses as is a woman of being seen in last year’s hats.” From Of Flowers and a Village by Wilfrid Blunt
Do you know a haughyculturist? The kind of gardener who has to have the most current flower varieties and would actually prefer if they were the only gardener they knew who had those flowers?
They would surely think my little woodland violet was just a common weed.
Of Flowers and a Village is a novel about a retired gentleman who buys an old house and garden in a small village in England and then works on restoring the garden while learning about all his neighbors in the village. Blunt told the story, such as it is, through letters written by a godfather to his goddaughter. Each letter includes tidbits on gardening, plants, and horticulture and that’s really the whole point of the book for me. The story of the people in the village is secondary to the gardening info. It’s a “good read”, though
I think, I know some of the humor and plant references are lost on me.
But I did take notice of this bit about haughyculturists.
I knew a haughtyculturist. She was a member of a garden club I was in a few years ago at the turn of the century (Ha, that sounds like it was a long time ago!) I don’t know why she bothered with us ‘mere mortal gardeners’. Her garden, from her description, must have been the best one for miles around. But I don’t know that for sure as I declined her invitation to have members of the garden club come out and see it.
I much preferred visiting the gardens of members who were a bit shy about showing their gardens, which were all wonderful places, with many tried and true flower varieities.
Please don’t ever be a haughyculturist. Grow whatever flowers you like and don’t worry that your flowers aren’t the latest and greatest varieties.