With silver bells, And cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a row"- Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme The Mary that is portrayed in this nursery rhyme is none other than Mary Tudor, also known in historical infamy as "Bloody Mary". It seems that in an attempt to break away from the Church of England, she tried to revert back to the Catholic Church as soon as she became Queen.
It was said that she persecuted and murdered many Protestants. Her reign of terror became widely known over the course of history, thus giving her that well deserved title of "Bloody Mary". There are several interpretations of what people think the meaning of the poem was. Some say that the silver bells stood for Catholic Cathedral bells, the cockle shells stood for the pilgrimage to Spain and the pretty maids in a row stood for a row of nuns.
There are slender Japanese hornbeams planted straight as a hedge; fragrant Chinese fringe trees and Shantung maples; and slow-growing paperbark maples, whose bark peels off in cinnamon and red-brown curls all four are Missouri Botanical Garden Plants of Merit. More remarkable is Stewartia ovata , small and elegant with camellia-like flowers. The mightiest stand is of white pines that shelter the house on two sides, mitigating any errant sounds.
Lady's mantle, astilbe, Corinthian columbine and Japanese painted ferns are stacked like colorful bracelets around the trunks of woodland shade trees, creating a gentle, layered effect. Although Morgan's garden style is as unpretentious as her early 20th-century farmhouse, the density of its expression reflects a half-dozen locales and growing zones. Wherever she's lived, Morgan has taken advantage of local opportunities, botanically speaking—from her childhood in Connecticut to stints living in New Jersey, Cleveland, London and St.
Of all her adventures, her garden most reflects the time the Morgans spent living in a traditional mews house in London's South Kensington. She went to Sotheby's first garden auction that year and bought garden gates that later ended up at the house the Morgans bought on Lenox Place in the Central West End when they first returned to the United States.
Morgan's knack for choosing, retrieving and commandeering structural elements hits a sophisticated yet informal note. Among the most striking nonliving components: a Diane Sauer iron sculpture splayed against the fence in a corner of the back yard, a pair of brick pillars flanking the arbor, an iron settee, a low wooden trough and many pots. Pots are everywhere, and special ones such as those by potter Guy Wolff stand no more prominently than an old olive oil canister or antique clay and lead pots.
Perfectly old, perfectly placed: a demilune French wire plant stand resides on the patio, with peeling paint and drooping racks that suggest years in a flower stall along the Seine. Casting her eyes around quickly, Morgan sees a new gardening season with expert clarity: "The task ahead is putting the garden on a diet for its own sake, so it will have better definition," she says, as she prepares to weed, prune and pull.
But what will she tell her friends when they come calling with clumps of climbing hydrangea vines inside a Schnucks bag?
Mary, Mary, quite contrary. How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockleshells. And pretty maids all in a row. Scents of jasmine and hyacinths…. Fragrant blooms of rose that climbs,. Creating those fairytale depths. Birdsong lilting… just to entrance. Colorful feathered fairy dance. Drawing us to share the idyll. Mary, Mary, timid belle,. Delicately tends this garden. Of silver bells and cockle shell…. Beckoning now, she calls to you.
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