Book Notes: Thornton Burgess Animal Stories

Grandfather Frog

It was actually Frances of Faire Garden who brought Burgess to my attention when I wrote about my experiences with (what Southerners call) buzzards. It brought to Frances’s mind her deep enjoyment as a child of Thornton Burgess’s Ol’ Mistah Buzzard in his Animal Stories for children. I immediately bought a boxed set of six of his books, delivered handily by mail, and that evening began to delve into the world Burgess created first for his own son, as so often happens with writers, being inspired to write for their own children–and then discovering the Universe had a much larger plan for their creations than they had originally imagined. It happens.

Thornton Burgess (1874-1965) who lived his life in Cape Cod, had been brought up by a father who taught him a deep appreciation for nature. As an adult Burgess wrote over 170 books and 15,000 stories. (He would have made a great blogger!) Among his many books are these six I present you with today. I’m betting that many of you will have fond memories of having read these books when you were a child. For some strange reason, in spite of being introduced to many children’s book series as a child (Honeybunch series, all the Hardy Boy series, all the Nancy Drew series, etc.) Burgess was not in my home library. So it is with a new inspiration to have discovered him now, and surely there will be some among you who also did not read him. And others will be delighted to have their memories refreshed as they have children or grandchildren who will appreciate them, and gardening grandmothers or grandfathers will be particularly pleased as these books do kindle an appreciation for those critters who live out in Nature, though I must say they do spend an inordinate amount to time contemplating catching and devouring each other, so stand forewarned!

“He comes to grief, however fleet,
Who doesn’t watch his flying feet.”

Ultimately even the untrustworthy characters, such as Reddy Fox, find a place in the hearts of their woodland companions, so one not worry about frightening anyone. (Though after what our children are exposed to these days, I’m certain they will find these stories very tame.)

Reddy Fox

As with European fables, the characters live their lives in a moral spotlight, teaching our children to consider acts of cunning and acts of compassion; trickery and honesty; pride and humility–all worthy topics, offered in a most engaging, humorous and delightful style. I have thoroughly enjoyed each story, laughing out loud at some of the antics! Perhaps my favorite, and I suspect I am certainly in large, varied and wide company, is the beloved Peter Cottontail.
Peter Cottontail

I can only imagine how absolutely pleased with himself Thornton Burgess must have been when he thought of this name! I bet he had a very big smile on his face all day. I would have!

“Peter Rabbit’s changed his name.
In the future without fail
You must call him, if you please,
Mr. Peter Cottontail.”

Peter is probably the best-known and loved of Burgess’s characters. (Maybe it’s because he’s a vegetarian and isn’t eating any of his friends??) The characters live their lives in the enchanting and approachable world of Green Meadows, the Old Briar-patch, Farmer Brown’s garden, the Green Forest, the Smiling Pool and the Purple Mountains. Here they learn the value of being true to themselves and each other. Here lives innocence, good storytelling and charm.
Happy Jack

Accompanying Thorton Burgess’s lively-paced and lighthearted stories are the beautiful old illustrations of Harrison Cady, and the newer adaptations by New Yorker, Thea Kliros. Both artists capture the spirit of the books perfectly.
Red Squirrel

“Hop along, skip along,
The sun is shining bright;
Hum a song, sing a song,
My heart is always light.”

Danny Meadowmouse

Not unlike the impulses of Celia Thaxter, the impact of Thornton Burgess lives on in Cape Cod at the Thornton W. Burgess Museum and Green Briar Nature Center. I was particularly charmed to see they lead visitors on wildflower garden walks to this day. Oh, gosh. Wouldn’t you just love to follow Dr. Shirley Cross through a wildflower field? I would.

It is a gift that we have such literature available to us to read to our children and grandchildren. Happy, healthy choices. Enjoy, dear readers.

Love and gardening blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

The First (Everything)

Van Gogh
Wheat Field with Crows, Vincent Van Gogh, 1890

From time immemorial human beings have been marking that time by looking to what is happening in their world, on their planet, out-of-doors, and usually the resulting designations are tied to the availability or impending availability of food. The process is complex. It involves the moon. The sun. The soil. The rain. The nutrients. The seasons. Largely we have in our modernity separated ourselves from many of these considerations, as they have been viewed as elements to “overcome” or dominate or eradicate or manipulate, as mostly, we mess with things. A lot. Man Against Nature, my early English teachers used to lecture me–an entire genre. Genre, indeed.

As we reclaim our agrarian roots we return to first the acknowledgment and then to the celebration of what our ancestors knew and celebrated: the turning and maturing of the season. And so it is with that age-old delight that I scope out my little kitchen garden, just outside the back steps, and cheer on with glee the first of many things coming to maturity.

It would be most excellent to begin a celebration by happily noting the recent blossoming of the beautiful dahlia my dear friend Conny gave to me for my birthday in a large pot. Actually the dahlias were hiding underground, she said, and now after some patient waiting they have emerged.

red dahlia

Was that not worth awaiting? And is it not the absolutely most perfect 4th of July flower? It looks to me like a happy red starburst!

Stepping beyond the fence into the tomato patch I am thrilled to see my first ripe Early Girl! Oh, yes, she might make it to a platter before the holiday is up!
early girl

Keeping her company are my beloved principe bourgheses, my all-time favorite tomato thus far. They are not as far along, but they are definitely the first of the season and I can hardly wait for their blessed abundance that allows me to make near instant sauces for summer pasta dishes simply by popping in the Cuisinart and then dropping into some nice garlic and onion sauteed in olive oil, with the usual seasonings. Yum!
tomatoes

At the foot of my principes, not to be ignored and undoubtedly about to make itself very well known, is a single morning glory, a volunteer, who within a month will have wrapped itself exquisitely into the principes, to be wedded for the season. I can’t stop such romance and it’s fine with me.
mglory

Still within the confines of the fencing just underfoot and hiding is the first zucchini of the year!
zucchini

I only planted one! Can you believe it? The first year I had a garden I planted an entire package. Uh-oh. This is the counter-experiment to see how many one will yield! Do you ever slice them and then dip them in beaten egg and then coat them with wholewheat flour and saute them in oil? Oh, so delicious. And if you are up for it, you can put little bits of cheese on the sauteed ones and pop them in the oven to melt. Oh, your children will love you!
[Editor’s note, days later: Oh, dear. It is NOT a round zucchini as I’d thought. It is clearly a spaghetti squash! I found the real zucchini where I thought I’d planted the s. squash. Don’t you think they must be so delighted to have fooled me all these weeks?!]

Now, if you will follow me outside the fence just to over here, I will share with you one of the most exciting events in the garden: my first lemon blossoms on my new (improved) Meyer lemon tree! There are 27 buds. Does that mean 27 lemons?? Don’t tell. I want to be surprised!

lemon blossom

And keeping watch over the blossoming Meyer lemons are the lovely (if annoying) trumpet vines. As invasive as they are I have finally come to peace with them and simply scold them mildly much as one might a dotty old auntie, or naughty goat, and pull them up where they do not belong.

trumpet vine

They are so abundant they have covered the pittosporum where the jays built their nest so now the wild thing is covered each morning in hummingbirds. Who can complain?

Leaving the grace of the garden I climb the few steps to the back door, and stop to admire the last of my lilies, potted year before last and blessing us with their annual return. Yes, this is the last of the lilies, honoring the infinite cycle of birth and death and transformation.
lily

Love and gardening blessings,
Kathryn xoxox

The Gift of Recognition (x2!)

pico award
International Arte Y Pico Award

Isn’t she lovely?
Isn’t she wonderful?
Isn’t she precious?…
Truly the angel’s best…

Stevie Wonder

Oh, my goodness. In the last twenty four hours I have found, left in the wee hours at my virtual doorstep, not one, but the equivalent of two delicious bottles of cream! One was left by dear Ewa in Poland, who, bless her heart, awarded me with the Arte Y Pico Award and wrote:

1/ Kathryn at PlantWhateverBringsYouJoy from California – written by ‘light pen’ Kathryn – very witty and cheerful with many beautiful pictures. When I read it, I feel Kathryn smiling 🙂 Thank you Kathryn, that I found your blog and you feed my hunger for Good Vibes.

[Lap, lap, lap. Good timing!] Is that not so sweet? Yum! And if you go visit her blog you will be treated to a virtual tour in the most extraordinary multi-tiered garden in Poland at the moment. Lovely, Ewa!

And as if that were not enough, apparently the Universe has me on a little Recognition List this week (thank You, Mother/Father God) for when I opened my email, there was this lovely Arte Y Pico acknowledgment from the captivating Shirley Bovshow, host and designer of the “Garden Police”on the Discovery Home Channel! Wow! Thank you, Shirley!

1. Plant Whatever Brings You Joy blog by Kathryn Hall. How can you not love a blog with this name? Kathryn’s polished, yet accessible writing style inspires me to sign up for writing classes! Her posts are varied in subject matter from garden art, garden tools, vegetable gardening, recipes and much more. A common theme that I gravitate to is how Kathryn finds joy in most everything in life and in the garden.

[Slurp, slurp. Irreverent burp. Awww. Thanks. I feel better now!] Yes, timely. And I feel so very honored.

So now my curiosity is naturally piqued and I have to find out more about the Arte y Pico Award, of course! Apparently we owe this award to a woman named Ana who lives in Uruguay, who is a dollmaker. The tag line for her blog is “Dolls with History”! (Who knew??) Ana says:

…Me he embarcado en un maravilloso viaje conociendo artesanas de gran valor y con una creatividad increible.

And that means, she has embarked on a marvelous trip getting to know artisans of great worth and incredible creativity. And out of this impulse the Arte Y Pico Award evolved. Gracias, Ana!

I wrote to Ana in Spanish (she does not speak English) to see if I could hone in on the exact meaning of “pico” since it follows the word AND. Some things do better in Spanish. Here’s what she wrote to me:

Muchos me preguntan que significa el termino. Si tu entiendes lo que voy a explicarte y lo escribes en ingles, me lo puedes enviar para ponerlo en mi blog?? Yo no hablo ingles, solo uso traductor. Pico, es una forma de decir en mi pais, diciendo que es MUCHO de algo. Entonces ARTE Y PICO significa mucho arte. comprendes?

Which means, she gets asked that a lot, and if I can figure it out in English she will put it on her blog. It literally means “a lot of something.” And basically, ironically, it translates into a wonderful phrase in Mexico, “lo maximo.” LOL! It will never find its counterpart in English, but if it HAD to, it would be something like, Wow. The Best Art. Over the top.

I can live with that, right?

All awards and recognition, here and abroad, are to be cherished as recognition by your peers of what you have done in and out of magic.”

Paul Daniels, British magician

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Thank you, thank you, thank you.

In humble gratitude,
Kathryn xoxoo

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