{"id":4655,"date":"2014-04-22T03:43:00","date_gmt":"2014-04-22T07:43:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2020-08-13T17:52:23","modified_gmt":"2020-08-13T21:52:23","slug":"mayflowers-and-trailing-arbutus-clause","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gardern.co.za\/2014\/04\/mayflowers-and-trailing-arbutus-clause\/","title":{"rendered":"MAYFLOWERS, AND THE TRAILING ARBUTUS CLAUSE"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Known as Trailing Arbutus to Yankee New Englanders, or as Mayflower, Epigaea repens is a lovely native American wildflower that signals the end of winter, as it is the first woodland wildflower to bloom, often in late March. The pink form is more unusual, as most wild colonies are white blooming.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n My family has a long history with the plant known as the Mayflower, Epigaea repens<\/i>, not that my ancestors came over on the Mayflower, or anything close to that although, we are not that far from Plymouth Rock – so, allow me to I rephrase that claim: for the past century, the blooming of the Mayflower has been part of my families life, annual trips to see the first wild plants in bloom for me began as a child in the 1960’s when on cold, yet sunny March day’s when the snow began to melt my dad would allow me to play ‘hookie’ (hey, it was the 60’s!) and we would go looking for Mayflowers.<\/p>\n We’d pack a lunch (nothing fancy – just salami sandwiches on raisin bread – I know, Dad wasnt a foodie although, today, this might count) and we would trudge through the Southern New England woodlands looking for this fragrant, early flowering native plants. Dad would explain how folks used to pick these early flowers through the Victorian era in the late 1800’s and and sell them at the Boston Flower Markets – tied into little bunches for fancy, Victorian ladies. Today, they are protected and this was all part of a movement that began in Massachusetts long ago as folks became more conscious about our native plants and their fragile environment.<\/p>\n Did I mention that this was the late 1960’s? Today, there may still be some illegal picking but thankfully, we live in a different world where awareness about not only our native plants but of our fragile ecosystems is becoming even more scrutinized.<\/p>\n I know that for my dad, these hikes were also nostalgic, as brothers used to pick the flowers in the 1910’s nad 1920’s – just to bring home. They even had a few colonies growing on the big granite outcroppings behind our chicken coops that have been there since the late 1800’s so maybe they felt that this was OK (it really wasn’t, of course) but I imagine that in the 1920’s – few non-horticulturally minded people worried about such things.<\/p>\n This sweet, fragrant low-growing denizen of the highly acidic, pine and oak woodland found here in eastern Massachusetts was a favorite of the early colonists from England, as they quickly learned that once the Mayflower bloomed, the harsh winter was nearly over. One can understand why colonists in early America wanted to bring wild plants indoors during the winter months. Today, there is no need for this as housplants are common, and there are many reasons why any native or wild plant must never be disturbed. That said, it’s completely safe to kneel down and smell some fragrant Mayflowers if you find some – that’s free and safe!<\/p>\n We ant blame the Victorian nature enthiusiasts, for they realyl didnt know better – it was culturally accepted then, even those who collected wild songbird eggs and who pressed flowers also cherished the rare bouquet in early spring. Imagine what it was like to notice a glimpse of pink or white in the late winter amongst all of the never-ending grey and brown, drab woodland? If the Mayflower waited to share its blossoms only a few weeks later, few would even notice them at all against the visual noise presented by the showier wildflowers like wood anemones, trillium and bloodroot, but like much of nature – they were specially designed to take advantage of what they can offer – rich, sweet fragrance at a time when virtually nothing else is in bloom. It’s really all about survival in a very special, unique and elegant way.<\/p>\n The tradition of picking small bouquets of Mayflowers ended in the early part of the 20th Century, after movements from plant societies and garden clubs began to spread the word, and not a moment too soon, as apparently the plant nearly became extinct due to over-picking by collectors. It was during this time that my father, who was then employed as a nature column illustrator in the 1930’s, often featured Mayflowers in his many illustrations.<\/p>\n I could make the argument that today, few know of this plant, yet many people are familiar with its name, thanks to the sailing ship and the Pilgrims. This is a plant which can hide well, camouflaged and hidden below last autumns oak leaves and pine needles, many hikers just step right over it never appreciating its blossoms. Only the bravest who dare squat with nose to ground, challenge the bumblebees who desperately visit each flower this time of year.<\/p>\n |