Last winter Hogshire’s lively little paperback joined the works of Penelope Hobhouse (On Gardening), Gertrude Jekill (Gardener’s Testament), and Louise Beebe Wilder (Color in My Garden) on my bedside table.
—Michael Pollan (This Is Your Mind On Plants)
La Passion de Dodin Bouffant (2023) de Anh Hung Tran.
— Hey, what do you do around here? Anything ever happen?
— Oh, yes.
— Like what?
— Roses grow.
— Crazy as any place else.
The Wild One (1953) de Laslo Benedek.
I took my pill at eleven. An hour and half later I was sitting in my study, looking intently at a small glass vase. The vase contained only three flowers — a full blown Belle of Portugal rose1, shell pink with a hint at every petal’s base of a hotter, flamier hue; a large magenta and cream-coloured carnation; and, pale purple at the end of its broken stalk, the bold heraldic blossom of an iris.
—Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception, Vintage 2004 (1954)