The Untamed Garden: A Revealing Look At Our Love Affair With Plants

Hardcover | November 8, 2011

bySonia Day

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Which suggestive plant caused a queen to faint when it was presented to her at court? What was the original French name for the Great Maiden's Blush rose that had the Victorians blushing? Why are figs and pomegranates thought to be the real forbidden fruit that led Adam and Eve into temptation?

In this delightful gift book, master gardener Sonia Day brings together delicious tidbits from myth, history, botany, and plant lore to reveal how plants have seduced our hearts, minds, and bodies throughout the ages. Organized in thematic chapters that loosely follow the arc of a love affair, the book journeys from "Innocence" (the notion of a virgin being "deflowered" originated with the belief that flowers were pure and sexless), through such stages as "Flirtation," "Seduction," "Lust," "Deception," and "Rapture." Scattered throughout are love potions, examples from the Victorian "language of flowers," and charming anecdotes, all told in Day's delightfully irreverent and conversational voice. Gorgeously designed and featuring full-colour photos and illustrations throughout, this is a sumptuous tribute to our enduring fascination with plants that is sure to seduce readers everywhere.

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Which suggestive plant caused a queen to faint when it was presented to her at court? What was the original French name for the Great Maiden's Blush rose that had the Victorians blushing? Why are figs and pomegranates thought to be the real forbidden fruit that led Adam and Eve into temptation?In this delightful gift book, master garde...

Master gardener SONIA DAY is the Toronto Star's gardening columnist and a well-respected gardening writer. She is the author of six previous books, including Tulips: Facts and Folklore About the World's Most Planted Flower, which won a Garden Globe Award of Achievement for writing from the U.S.-based Garden Writers Association, and, mo...

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Format:HardcoverDimensions:240 pages, 7.28 × 5.86 × 0.97 inPublished:November 8, 2011Publisher:McClelland & StewartLanguage:English

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The Madonna LilyThe purest flower in the world Ever wondered where the expression that a virgin has been “deflowered” comes from? The answer lies in prudish attitudes to the facts of life, which persisted—amazingly—for thousands of years. It may sound laughable today, but people actually once clung to the belief that plants were somehow different from the rest of us. That is, they didn’t have sex in order to reproduce themselves. Instead, the botanical world was a totally pure and innocent place, a sort of fantasy land, in fact. Thus a girl who lost her virginity was said to have been deflowered because she no longer possessed the sexless quality of a flower. Yes, pretty weird stuff. Yet plants were imbued with this strange ideal for a surprisingly long time—well into the twentieth century—and by a surprisingly diverse group of experts. Over the years, not one philosopher, doctor, botanist, or naturalist saw fit to challenge this belief—which seems odd, when you think about it. Although their lives were dedicated to the pursuit of science, these learned gents didn’t ever bother to ask themselves a couple of basic questions. One: if plants don’t have sex with each other, then how do they go about producing more plants? And two: what are their seeds for? The flower that best sums up this cockeyed attitude to nature is the Madonna lily. Look closely at almost any early ecclesiastical art that features the Virgin Mary—there’s lots in churches and art galleries throughout Italy and Spain—and this lily, whose Latin name is Lilium candidum, is likely to be included somewhere. Early Christians regarded the flower as sacred because the pristine white petals symbolized Mary’s spotless body, while its clusters of golden stamens represented a soul gleaming with heavenly light. In one famous painting, called the Annunciation, which hangs in Florence’s Uffizi Gallery, master artist Leonardo da Vinci has even positioned a big spray of Madonna lilies smack next to the nose of an angel, who is shown in profile. And they are huge, these blooms. Suspended apparently in mid-air, they jump out at you. In choosing to depict the lilies so prominently, Leonardo clearly wanted us to notice their symbolism. This painting shows the moment when the angel announces to Mary that she will give birth to the son of God—and his message is obvious. She is pure. But so is the white flower beside her. Flowers Finally Get a Sex LifePity Monsieur M. Pouyanne. This belief in the purity of plants got him into deep trouble. He was a Frenchman toiling as a judge advocate in steamy Algeria at the beginning of the twentieth century. But his passion was the study of nature, and one day he noticed something extraordinary happening to an orchid in his collection, called Ophrys speculum. A wasp landed on it, clung to one of its petals, and performed some energetic jerky movements—an act that looked suspiciously as if the wasp was trying to mate with the flower. Then he noticed that the centre of this orchid looked remarkably like the female version of the same wasp. So in 1916, he wrote an article for the Journal of the National Horticultural Society of France suggesting that this activity indeed might be mating and that the orchid actually mimicked the appearance of the female wasp in order to “achieve some goal.”Pouyanne’s prose was mild, the typical dry fodder of horticultural journals. Mindful of the prevailing attitudes of the day (and that, as an amateur naturalist, he wouldn’t be regarded as an expert), he did not go so far as to propose that the orchid was trying to trick the wasp into collecting pollen on its body so that when it flew away to another orchid, the grains would get carried along too and be transferred to the sexual apparatus of the second orchid, thereby helping pollination to take place. No, he was much more cautious than that. Even so, the French judge’s words provoked a firestorm. Dirty old man! howled the academic establishment. What a ridiculous suggestion, shrieked botanists. How could a learned journal print such rubbish, because plants don’t—repeat, don’t—have sexual organs. Even Charles Darwin, granddaddy of evolution, huffed that he “could not possibly conjecture” what the bee’s frantic jigging up and down on the orchid was all about. Yet the critics couldn’t really be written off as silly, self-important fools. They were only doing what had been done for centuries. Over and over again. Ad nauseam. Long before Pouyanne’s controversial opinion piece, luminaries were getting their knuckles rapped for theorizing that plants required a sexual act to reproduce themselves. One expert who took a lot of heat in this regard was Swedish botanist Carl Linnaeus. After studying stamens (which he concluded were the male part of the flower) and pistils (their female counterpart), he devised a new system of classifying plants according to the number and arrangement of their reproductive organs. In his manuscripts, Linnaeus also, in a very daring move, often attributed human attitudes and behaviour to plants’ sexual characteristics. One group he described, for instance, as “openly celebrating marriage in a way that is obvious to all” (in other words, their sexual organs were noticeably prominent in their flowers). In his mania to classify everything, Linnaeus even categorized his comely young wife, Sara, as his “monandrian lily”—because the flower signified virginity and “monandrian” meant “having only one man.” But Linnaeus wasn’t taken seriously either. Although this eminently sensible botanist came up with a satisfactory system of naming and classifying plants that (despite a few quibbles) is still in use today, he went to his grave (at the age of seventy in 1778) worried sick about the “divine retaliation” that was in store for him. The reason? The critics called his theories about plant sex “obscene” and “offensive to public decency.”

Editorial Reviews

Winner of the Garden Writers Association Gold Award for Best Overall ProductWinner of a Garden Writers Association Award for Best Book “The Untamed Garden takes a tongue-in-cheek approach to romantic and erotic plants. . . .This compact hardcover is beautifully printed and illustrated, making it perfect for the bedside table in anyone’s boudoir. . . . It’s an entertaining and informative read any time of year.”—Ottawa Citizen “A delightfully lusty look at many plants that we innocents assumed were just sitting there soaking up the sun. . . . A must-read.”—National Post “This is one of those rare crossovers that will appeal as much to gardeners as to those who prefer their nature more in the human line. . . . Gorgeous graphics, illustrations and photographs make The Untamed Garden a pleasure to look at. . . . Day’s lively, lusty prose gives us peep inside the botanical boudoir. Chapter by chapter, she takes us from Innocence and Flirtation through Rapture and Devotion, illustrating the ingenious wiles plants use to seduce bugs and beasts into joining their procreative action. Along the way, this well-researched little book also lets us glimpse the passions, obsessions and titillations that plants have inspired in humankind throughout history. Never mind fig leaves; you might never view a fig the same way again.”—Toronto Gardens “[A] charming book of botanical tales. . . . You don’t have to be a gardener, expert or otherwise, to delight in The Untamed Garden. . . . Scattered throughout the lavishly illustrated little book are tidbits of plant lore that are fascinating and alluring. . . . Forget the chocolates and the wilted hothouse flowers this Valentine’s day. Give this charming, fiery and joyous book of floral lore to your beloved instead. Scatter a few rose petals around the boudoir and read to each other. We won’t peek.”—Halifax Chronicle Herald