I thought, “Guthrie? Like Woody Guthrie?” His first wife went by the name of Mary. But it wasn’t her. I dug a little further into the root of this hoop skirt of a rose and came up with another Mary, a world away, to whom the pink thing owed its name.

It was in 1929 that Alister Clark, renowned Australian rosarian, named this rose after his own Mary Guthrie, though what relationship Clark had with the Guthrie family is proving difficult to uncover. There’s a telling anecdote from a book titled The Rose Gardens of Australia that illustrates just how important the honor was to the namesake, which I’ve included below.

Polyantha rose – Rosa ‘Mary Guthrie’ — Photo by Ivo M. Vermeulen

“… We had some notable visitors to the garden. From Eve I had got a vivid pink, single bush rose which she had called ‘Ella Guthrie’. One morning a delightful, white-haired, sprightly old lady of well over eighty visited us and, without any preamble, demanded to see the Alister Clark roses. I walked down with her and, as we came through the gate, she gave a cry of delight and started to run across the grass. ‘That’s me!’ she cried. ‘That’s me!’ Then, as she read the label saying ‘Ella Guthrie’ she turned to me in disgust. ‘That’s not ‘Ella,’ she said emphatically. ‘She was my aunt, and a poor, washed-out thing, like her rose. This is me! Mary Guthrie! Alister said it looked like a wild rose, so he called it after me, because I was always the wild one of the family.’ Of course, I changed the label without delay.”

– Susan Irvine

I like to think Monet would approve of the Water Lily Pond here, with its artful, circular collections of pads, and the monolithic image of the Enid A. Haupt Conservatory over all.

Photo by Ivo M. Vermeulen

Shop in the Garden — Photo by Ivo M. Vermeulen

Sometimes I’ll come across something that looks like a sorbet, a baked tart, or a platter of colorful petit fours, knowing full well that nature usually does a better job of making things look “good enough to eat” than the local confectioner. Not that the poison control hotline would humor me if I acted on all of these novel compulsions, but, hey, it’s just a thought.

Iris ensata ‘Gusto’ — Photo by Ivo M. Vermeulen

A maroon-flecked princess lily may have the irises flush with envy in the Ladies’ Border. Not only does this Californian cultivar boast a name just as warm, sweet, and spirited as its color suggests, but in the right light, a group of them cuts a figure like an angelic brass section.

Alstroemeria ‘The Third Harmonic’ — Photo by Ivo M. Vermeulen

A bee bumbling through a graceless moment, or enjoying the revelation of flower petal as recliner?

Photo by Ivo M. Vermeulen

There’s Ladies’ Border beauty on deck this morning. While “Ithuriel’s Spear” (wonderfully pretentious Milton reference, pleasantly humble flower) is a triple lily native to California and parts of Oregon, it’s just as content to settle down in our little plot alongside the Conservatory. There’s so much expat elegance growing along the Border right about now.

Triteleia laxa ‘Koningin Fabiola’ — Photo by Ivo M. Vermeulen

Photo by Ivo M. Vermeulen

It would be a crime if I kept overlooking what’s going on in the Home Gardening Center. I mean, yeah, the Peggy Rockefeller Rose Garden is a classic stunner, and you can’t miss the spotted foxglove of Giverny in the Conservatory right now, but the HGC is really putting on a show. Not bad for a “humble” spot by the Garden Café.

Photo by Ivo M. Vermeulen

Sorry, but there are no hammocks allowed in the Rock Garden, no matter how dreamy a spot it is for zenning out in a state of complete existential bliss. Our appreciation goes out once again to each and every one of you for supporting the NYBG in the Partners in Preservation competition. Because of you, this little paradise is set for rehabilitation that will preserve its ambiance for decades to come.

We’re pretty happy about that.

Photo by Ivo M. Vermeulen