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Heís got us Pegged: Karel Capekís Humorous Tome on the Gardener

By Larry Rettig (LarryRApril 10, 2012
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This is the second in an informal series of articles I will be writing on underappreciated or little-known gardeners who deserve our appreciation and who increase our knowledge and enjoyment of a gardener's life.*

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(Editor's Note: This article was originally published on April 30, 2009.  Your comments are welcome, but please be aware that authors of previously published articles may not be able to respond to your questions.)

O Lord, grant that in some way it may rain every day, say from about midnight until three o'clock in the morning, but you see, it must be gentle and warm so that it can soak in; grant that at the same time it would not rain on campion, alyssum, helianthemum, lavender, and the others which you in your infinite wisdom know are drought-loving plants--I can write their names on a bit of paper if you like--and grant that the sun may shine the whole day long, but not everywhere...and not too much; that there may be plenty of dew and little wind, enough worms, no plant-lice and snails, no mildew, and that once a week, thin liquid manure and guano may fall from Heaven. Amen. -Karel Čapek, The Gardener's Year, 1929

 

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arel Čapek (CHOPek; 1890-1938) is one of the greatest writers the Czech Republic has ever produced.  A novelist, playwright, journalist, translator, and artist, he gained worldwide renown as author of the drama "RUR Rossum's Universal Robots."  In this science fiction play, the word "robot" is introduced and subsequently becomes part of the vocabulary of almost all languages in the world.  It is said to have been coined by his brother, Josef.

Born in Malé Svatoňovice, Bohemia, Austria-Hungary (now Czech Republic), Čapek is considered one of the founders of classical, European science fiction.  Although many of the themes in his diverse writings are quite serious--he explores ethical aspects and other issues related to mass production, atomic weapons, Nazism, and development of mechanical intelligent beings--Čapek had an oft-overlooked humorous side.  And he was a passionate gardener!

In a small, 120-page tome called The Gardener's Year (original Czech version: Prague, 1929; English version:  London, 1931, Modern Library paperback:  New York, 2002), Čapek partners his humorous side with his passion for gardening.  The result is a charming treatise, full of wit and hilarity, that plays on the the psychology of gardening and gardeners.  He pokes fun not only at other gardeners but, being one, at himself as well.  Here is a sampling of his tongue-in-cheek humor:

On How to Recognize a Real Gardener
" 'You must come to see me, he says, 'I will show you my garden.'  Then, when you go just to please him, you will find him with his rump sticking up somewhere among the perennials.  'I will come in a moment,' he shouts to you over his shoulder.  'Just wait till I have planted this rose.'  'Please don't worry,' you say kindly to him.  After a while he must have planted it, for he gets up, makes your hand dirty, and beaming with hospitality he says: 'Come and have a look; it's a small garden, but--Wait a moment,' and he bends over a bed to weed some tiny grass.  'Come along, I will show you Dianthus musalae, it will open your eyes.  Great Scott, I forgot to loosen it here!' he says, and begins to poke in the soil.  A quarter of an hour later he straightens up again.  'Ah,' he says, 'I wanted to show you that bell flower, Campanula wilsonae.  That is the best campanula which--Wait a moment, I must tie up this delphinium.'  After he has tied it up he remembers: 'Oh, I see, you have come to see that erodium.  A moment,' he murmurs, 'I must just transplant this aster, it hasn't enough room here.'  After that you go away on tiptoe, leaving his behind sticking up among the perennials..."

On Garden Hoses
"One would think that watering a little garden is quite a simple thing, especially if one has a hose.  It will soon be clear that until it has been tamed, a hose is an extraordinarily evasive and dangerous beast, for it contorts itself, it jumps, it wriggles, it makes puddles of water, and dives with delight into the mess it has made; then it goes for the man who is going to use it and coils itself round his legs, you must hold it down with your foot and then it rears and twists round your waist and neck, and while you are fighting with it as with a cobra, the monster turns up its brass mouth and projects a mighty stream of water through the windows on the curtains which have been recently hung...Three men are needed to tame it at first, and they all leave the place of battle splashed to the ears with mud and drenched with water."

On Unexpected Cold Spells
"If I knew that it would help, I would wrap my holly in my own coat, and draw my pants over the juniper; I would take off my own shirt for you, Azalea pontica; I would cover you with my hat, Alum Root, and for you Coreopsis, nothing is left but my socks:  be thankful for them."

On Starting Seedlings
"Well, have you sown your seeds yet?  Have you put your pots into lukewarm water and covered them with glass?  ...Very well then, now the great and feverish activity of every sower begins--that is, waiting...
The first day nothing comes up, and the watcher tosses in his bed at night, unable to await the morning.
The second day...a tuft of mold appears.  He rejoices that this is the first sign of life.
The third day something creeps up on a long white leg and grows like mad.  He exalts almost aloud that it is here already...
The fourth day, when the shoot has stretched to an impossible length, the watcher becomes anxious, for it might be a weed.  Soon it is evident that the fear was not unreasonable.  Always the first thing...which grows in a pot is a weed.  Obviously it must be some law of Nature."

On a Gardener's Eyes Being Bigger than his Garden Bed
"Besides germination, April is also the month for planting.  With enthusiasm, yes, with wild enthusiasm and impatience you order seedlings from the nurseries, for you cannot exist any longer without them; you promised all your friends who have gardens that you would come for cuttings; I tell you that you are never satisfied with what you already have.  And so, one day, some 170 seedlings meet in your house, and they must be planted immediately; and then you look round in your garden and find with overwhelming certainty that you have no space left for them!  ...'No, it's not possible here,' he murmurs in a low voice; 'here I have those damned chrysanthemums; phlox would smother it here...and near this achillea there is no room either--where shall I put it?  ...Ha, here is a bit of space; wait, my little seedling, in a moment I will make your bed.  So, there you are, and now grow in peace.'  Yes, but in two days the gardener will discover that he has planted it right on top of the scarlet shoots of an emerging evening primrose..."

On Accidental Mutilation
"...well, nobody knows how it happens, but it occurs strikingly often that when you step on a bed to pick up some dry twig, or to pull out a dandelion, you usually tread on a shoot of the lily or trollius; it crunches under your foot, and you sicken with horror and shame; and you take yourself for a monster...  Or with infinite care you loosen the soil in a bed, with the inevitable result that you chop with the hoe a germinating bulb, or neatly cut off with the spade the sprouts of the anemones; when, horrified, you start back, you crush...a primula in flower, or break the young plume of a delphinium.  The more anxiously you work, the more damage you make..." 

On the Joy of Much-Anticipated Rain
"...Storms murmur on the horizon, wind saturated with moisture springs up, and here it is:  strings of rain hiss on the pavement, the earth almost breathes aloud, water gurgles, drums, pats, and rattles against the windows, tiptaps with a thousand fingers in the pots, runs in rivulets, and splashes in puddles, and one would like to scream with joy; one sticks one's head out of the window to cool it in the dew from heaven, one whistles, shouts, and would like to stand barefoot in the ...streams rushing down the streets.  Blessed rain, cooling delight of water.  Bathe my soul and wash my heart..."

On Storm Damage
"Next day the newspapers describe the catastrophic cloud-burst which has caused terrible damage to the new crops; but they do not say that is has caused heavy damage especially to the lilies, or that it has ruined the Papaver orientale.  We gardeners are always neglected."

On the Finality of Fall
"Nature is lying down to her winter sleep.  Leaf after leaf drops from my birches with a beautiful and sad motion; when they have flowered the plants withdraw again into the earth; after they have grown and blossomed they leave behind only a naked stalk or a moist stump, a crabbed brush or a withered stem; and the soil itself smells sadly of decay.  Why try to conceal the fact?  It is finished for this year.  Chrysanthemum, don't deceive yourself about the fullness of life; little white potentilla, don't confuse this last sunshine with the exuberant brilliance of March.  It is of no use to complain, children, the parade is over; lie down gently to your winter sleep."

On the Gardener in Winter
"So in December the garden is mostly found in a great number of garden catalogues.  The gardener himself hibernates under glass in a heated room, buried up to the neck, not in manure or brushwood, but in garden catalogues and circulars, books and pamphlets, in which he reads:
1.  That the most valuable, gratifying, and altogether indispensable plants are those which he has not got in his garden;
2.  That all that he has is 'rather delicate,' and is 'inclined to get frozen;' or that he planted side by side one plant 'which requires moisture,' and another 'which must be protected against damp;' that the one which he planted with special care in the open sunshine requires 'full shade,' and vice versa;
3.  That 370 or more kinds of plants exist which 'deserve better attention,' and 'ought not to be left out of any garden'..."

"Then the hibernating gardener ceases entirely to be interested in what he has got in his garden, being fully occupied with what he has not, which of course is far more; he throws himself eagerly upon catalogues, and ticks off what he must order, which, by Jove, must no longer be lacking in his garden.  In the first rush he marks off 490 perennials which he must order at all costs; after counting them he is a bit subdued, and with a bleeding heart he begins to cross off those which he will give up for this year.  The painful elimination must be gone through five times at least, until only about 120 'most beautiful, gratifying, indispensable' perennials remain, which--on the wings of an anticipated joy--he immediately orders.  'Send them at the beginning of March!'--Lord, if only it were March already!"

True to His Political Beliefs Until the End
Despite certain capture and detainment, Čapek refused to leave his beloved country when it became clear that Hitler would soon overtake it.  The Gestapo had already named him Czechoslovakia's "public enemy number 2."  On Christmas Day 1938, Karel Čapek died of double pneumonia, thus avoiding capture and confinement in a concentration camp, a fate that befell his brother Josef, a painter and writer.  Josef died in Bergen-Belsen in 1945.


 Credits

Campion:  Ally_UT (Plant Files)
Alyssum:  ampy (Plant Files)
Helianthemum:  growin (Plant Files)
Lavender:  Gabrielle (Plant Files)
Dianthus:  poppysue (Plant Files)
Campanula:  Tomtom (Plant Files)
Delphinium: altagardener (Plant Files)
Erodium:
  Todd_Boland (Plant Files)
Aster:  Todd_Boland (Plant Files)
Azalea:  Todd_Boland (Plant Files)
Alum Root:  palmbob (Plant Files)
Coreopsis:  poppysue (Plant Files)
Chrysanthemum: trifunov (Plant Files)
Phlox:  sanannie (Plant Files)
Achillea:  kniphofia (Plant Files)
Evening Primrose:  saya (Plant Files)
Lily:  Schmetterling (Plant Files)
Trollius:  Todd_Boland (Plant Files)
Saxifraga:  Royal Horticultural Society
Čapek residence:  Wikipedia
Thumbnail elements: Čapek Portraits


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Saxifraga X megaseaeflora 'Karel Čapek' (named in his honor)

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Karel Čapek's residence in Prague

 

 Čapek's Prayer Illustrated
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Campion sp.

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Alyssum sp.

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Helianthemum sp.

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Lavender sp.

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This somewhat nebulous photo is actually hog confinement manure being sprayed into the air and falling from the sky onto a field.  Had he lived long enough, Čapek would have seen one of his wishes come true!  (...though he probably would have been aghast at the practice of mass production hog confinement)   See his prayer above.


Other Plants in the
 Čapek Garden

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Dianthus sp.

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Campanula sp.

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Delphinium sp.

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Erodium sp.

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Aster sp.

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Azalea sp.

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Alum Root sp.

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Coreopsis sp.

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Chrysanthemum sp.

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Phlox sp.

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Achillea sp.

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Evening Primrose sp.

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Lily sp.

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Trollius sp.


 

*The first article in this series is entitled "Buck Roses"

 © Larry Rettig 2009
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  About Larry Rettig  
Larry RettigAn enthusiastic gardener for over 50 years, my first plant was a potted Ponderosa Lemon tree ordered from a comic book ad at age 15. I still have it, and itís still bearing lemons! My wife and I garden on 3/4 of an acre, both flowers and vegetables. Although our garden is private, it's listed with the Smithsonian Institution in its Archives of American Gardens and is on the National Register of Historic Places. We garden organically and no-till. Our vegetable garden contains a seed bank of vegetables brought to this country from Germany in the mid-1800s. For more info: http://davesgarden.com/community/blogs/m/LarryR/. Photos that appear in my articles without credit are my own.

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Karel Capek hillsidegardens 1 2 Apr 28, 2012 4:08 PM
A kindred spirit morknotmindy 1 6 Apr 19, 2012 6:30 PM
I recognized myself in this! Bookerc1 1 5 Apr 19, 2012 6:26 PM
Thank you for this! jazzy1okc 1 2 Apr 19, 2012 6:22 PM
Laughing with tears in my eyes! Weigela2 1 5 Apr 19, 2012 6:19 PM
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A link in Texas Gardening brought me... mocatmom 1 17 May 14, 2009 4:40 AM
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Rare indeed Noturf 1 9 May 12, 2009 4:23 PM
Greetings from Prague Amarok24 1 15 May 12, 2009 4:17 PM
Thoroughly delightful! MartyJo 1 5 May 12, 2009 4:10 PM
Thank you PaulFromAL 1 7 May 12, 2009 4:05 PM
Karel Capek baileyweb 1 15 May 12, 2009 4:02 PM
On How to Recognize a Real Gardener pamsaplantin 3 31 May 12, 2009 3:58 PM
note to morrigan - oldkate 0 5 May 9, 2009 12:04 PM
A Delight to Read oldkate 2 19 May 2, 2009 8:54 PM
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