Thanksgiving means food but it can also mean flowers and fruits: anything that celebrates the earth. Jane Eyre, an English girl at heart but now living in NYC between the pages of Annabelle Troy’s novel Jane Eyre Gets Real, reminisces about her garden at Thornfield in the autumn.
“Mr. Rochester and I were proud of these November flowers:
Calendula will flower until frost. They look like daisies, are orange, yellow or apricot, and grow to 2 feet in height.
Candytuft–delightful name–are known as “autumn snow” because of their pure white color; they bloom in fall and spring. Also known as iberis.
Cyclamen have been likened to butterflies or stars; they are beautiful and hardy. Look for them in brilliant shades of pink, rose or red.
Erica or heath are small flowers growing on needle-like leaves. Not the prettiest but there is something very Wuthering Heights about them.
Hellebores are like drooping bells, often found in distinctive purple shades, the flowers eventually turn green.
Icelandic Poppies thrive in the British climate; they have tall, leafless stems and grow in a variety of bright colors.
Asters are star-shaped flowers which attract butterflies and were once thought, when burned, to ward off serpents.
In the greenhouse, you might find such luxuries as oranges, pears, even pineapples. Pineapples were grown under huge piles of manure in what was known as a “pineapple pit.” Unfortunately, many of our greenhouse plants were routinely sprayed with arsenic. Mr. Rochester’s head gardener did not live past thirty-five; nor did many gardeners in those days.”