Archery Jacket, 1855
Worn by Fanny Giveen, wife of Capt. Xavier Giveen
There’s a kind of magic in growing your own plants from seed. I’m not sure I can properly describe the satisfaction of it, the joy of it. Putting the seeds into the soil, watering them, letting them see the sun - and nothing happens. Every day, nothing happens.
Until one day, you check them, and there are little green shoots above the brown earth, and YOU DID THAT. You made that happen. This tiny, every-day miracle happened because of you.
My thinking of miracles is that they are the small magics that happen to us and that we take for granted, and the new growth in spring is the most perfect one I can think of. The way the wonderful science of anture turns water, sunlight, earth and a seed into a living plant.
Who’d have known that inheriting a giant pot plantation in Mexico would do so much for Caitlin’s sense of innocence and wonder?
Crispijn van de Passe the Younger, Hortus Floridus (Heroologia Anglica), Utrecht, c. 1614.