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In Mary's Garden
John S. Stokes Jr.
MARY Magazine May-June 1955
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A founder of MARY'S GARDENS instructs his little girl in things
named for God's Mother.
Surrounded by the manufactured products, paved streets, stone
and steel buildings of our city culture, we have lost our sense for
the potency of plant life. For nature has provided a providential
means for instructing children in virtue and in knowledge and love
of God and of Our Lady.
One means of restoring this sense is to undertake the
cultivation of a Mary Garden . . . a garden - large or small -
comprised of plants and blooms which were named for Our Lady in
the old popular religious traditions of pre-Reformation Catholic
England. Such a garden affords souls a nourishment which has been
distilled from centuries of popular devotion, and contains a
richness and vigor not to be found in books and classrooms.
This is the story of how a Mary Garden afforded one father an
opportunity for instruction of his pre-school child in spiritual
things and in God's artistry, science and riches as He manifests
them in nature. Here is how one daughter's heart, touched by
plant life named for Mary, was led to divine thought and to the
appreciation of the things of God and garden as the signatures and,
when blessed, sacramentals they truly are. In what follows are
reported a little girl's actual actions and remarks, and, in so far
as transcription allows, the teaching of her father, who learned a
great deal!
Anne is five.
"Let's put up the new shrine in Our Lady's Garden" said Daddy
on one warm day in early March. Overjoyed, Anne helped Daddy mount
the little wayside shrine on its pole in back of the Mary Garden
pool. Now, as Our Lady adored the infant Savior in her arms, all
was in readiness for the spring sun to raise up the Mary plants and
blooms in a litany of praises to their Queen.
But first came tributes from the neighbors. The very next
evening Anne had news for Daddy: "Do you know what Tommy from next
door did? He knelt down and said a prayer to Our Lady in her
little house."
Next came the birds, who wove a nest of twigs about the
half-kneeling figure of Our Lady. Who can tell what instinctive
or providential purpose they accomplished? Yet all was simple
and clear to Anne: "They saw there wasn't any straw in the
manger."
Soon, from under a late March snow, appeared the first "Mary"
flower blooms, Virgin's Tears (pulmonary) . . .recalling Our
Lady's tears on Calvary, where it is said her eyes were still as
blue as the flowers, but the lids were red as the buds. Schooled
by the birds, Anne placed them in the shrine at Our Lady's feet.
With April showers came others of Our Lady's early perennial
flowers: the pendant yellow bloom clusters of Our Lady's Keys
(cowslip); the dainty blue blossoms called Eyes of Mary
(forget-me-not); the ever-loved Our Lady's Delight (pansy),
Easter Flower (candytuft) and Virgin Flower (periwinkle).
When Anne asked "Where did Virgin Flower get its name?, Daddy
explained, "From its beautiful blue color. White and blue are
Mary's colors: white for her immaculate purity and blue for her
fullness of grace."
Then in Mary's month of May, Anne presented her with pins from her
Pincushion (thrift), with her Shoes (fallen columbine petals) and
with her Our Lady's Thimble (bluebells of Scotland)
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"Look, Daddy! Our Lady's Shoes"
June gave red roses for the Mystical Rose and Madonna's Pins.
Also her biennial flowers: Our Lady's Gloves (foxglove), Our Lady's
Nightcap (Canterbury bells), Mary's Candle (mullein) . . .; and more
perennials: Mary's Hand (five fingers), Rose of Mary (rose campion),
and Madonna Lily.
Summer's hot sun brought out Mary's Gold (marigold), Mary's
Bud (calendula), Our Lady's Earrings (balsam), Mary's Thistle
(blessed thistle), St. Joseph's Staff (hollyhock) and other annual
flowers started from seed sown by Anne in early spring in little
containers of soil in a sunny window sill indoors.
In summer came new perennial blooms, too: Our Lady by-the-gate
(soapwort), Mary's Slippers (monkshood), and, in August, Assumption
Lily (hosta). Late in the summer, Our Lady' Birthday Flower (aster)
opened its petals.
And finally, midst the autumn leaves, the year's litany was
completed as Anne offered up chrysanthemums - which were first so
offered, a legend tells us, one night 2,000 years ago in Bethlehem,
where the Wise Men who had come from afar found them blooming before
the entrance to the manger. From the likeness of the golden blooms
to the star above their heads, the Wise Men knew they had found the
dwelling they sought. Gathering the flowers as Our Lady's gifts,
they entered in and placed them in the outstretched hand of Him
Whom they had come to adore - the infant Savior, in His Mother's
arms.
Each bloom in Our Lady's Garden had its own special joys,
too, as well as its season:
"Look, Daddy, Our Lady's Gloves (foxglove blossoms} on my
fingers. . . . Our Lady must have lots of fun blowing out all her
Mary's Candle (mullein). I'll bet she blows them out as fast as they
bloom. . . . I took a little piece of Our Lady's Bedstraw (yellow
bedstraw). I'm sure Baby Jesus didn't mind, because He was
sleeping. . . . I took it very gently so as not to wake Him." Nor
was practicality overlooked: "Let me put Our Lady's Pincushion
(scabiosa) up where she can reach it. . . . Look how many Our Lady's
Keys (primrose) Our Lady has. That's so she won't have to worry
if she loses one. . . . How will Our Lady put on her Our Lady's
Earrings (balsam)? I know what I'll do; I'll tell her to scotch tape
them on. . . . Let's see if Our Lady's Nightcap (Canterbury Bells)
fits her."
Our Lady's Delight (pansy) raised a new question: "Where does
Our Lady wear her Delight? Where does it go on her?"
"She can wear it any place she chooses - in her hair, or on
her dress. But its name comes from the joy and happiness it
brings her." . . .
"Why does it make her happy?"
"Because God made it so beautiful it reminds her of Him." . .
"Look, here's one I'd like most of all to wear in my hair.
That's the one I'll give to Our Lady "
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"I think I'll give this one to Our Lady"
(Note Manger Straw Nest, woven by birds)
Some of the blooms took on new names. To Anne the little
braidlike spikelets of Our Lady's Tresses (quaking grass) became
Our Lady's Braids. Our Lady's Fingers (honeysuckle buds) were Our
Lady's Honey. And candytuft (Easter flower) was Our Lady's Candy.
All the vegetables, too, were grown for Our Lady.
One Sunday in July, Anne brought back some raspberries a
neighbor had given her: "Daddy, I wish we had some raspberries
growing in our garden." A few minutes later she made a discovery:
"What are those red things in the hedge behind Our Lady's little
house? Look, Daddy, we have raspberries, too. Our Lady gave us
some raspberries."
Joy welled up in Daddy's heart as Anne picked the first
berries and gave them to Our Lady. Two raspberry bushes were
indeed growing up inside the hedge; but this was the first year
Daddy had delayed in clipping the hedge so late in the season as
to permit the raspberries to ripen and show themselves.
Later when Daddy and Anne came back from Mass, the
raspberries she had placed in Our Lady's shrine were gone. Anne
joyfully proposed:
"Do you know what Our Lady did with them? I think she took
them up into the sky. The real Mary came down and ate the
raspberries and spilled some drops on the dress of the pretend
Mary so we would think the pretend Mary ate them. Then she went
up into the sky? Didn't she?"
"Well, it could be. But maybe she sent the birds to get
them, just the way the birds brought straw for the manger."
"Maybe some angels came down and got them for her."
Daddy taught Anne to make each gift to Our Lady a prayer: "Be
sure you offer up a little prayer to Our Lady each time you make
her a present. Prayers are what she likes most. And the flowers
can show you how to pray the Rosary, too. Offer up the prayers
for each bead just the way you give her roses and other flowers."
Recalling the number of beads on her Rosary, Anne saw another
possibility: "Maybe we could say the Rosary out in the garden, and
every time we say a Hail Mary we could give Our Lady a flower.
Pretty soon she'd be all covered up with flowers, so we wouldn't
see her. But we'd know she was still there. Wouldn't we?"
"Yes, we would. Our Lady never leaves us. And while she may
not have room in her little house for all the flowers she gets,
she can never get too many prayers."
Later, one night, when Daddy asked Anne why she paused so
long between Rosary beads, she reminded him with a gesture: "I
have to go back to the garden each time to get another flower."
Daddy reminded her, "All white flowers are for the Joyful
Mysteries, red ones for the Sorrowful Mysteries, and Gold for the
Glorious Mysteries.
By tending the wonders of plant life, from the sowing of seed
in the spring to the collecting of new seed in the fall, Anne
learned to prize seeds and plants as well as blooms. She had no
desire to improve the appearance of the garden if it meant the
loss of seeds:
"Now don't you ever pull off any more dead blooms or seed
pods in Our Lady's garden because I want lots of seeds. I want to
have lots of flowers for Our Lady next year." As it is God Who
gives life to the seeds, our work is essentially one of
stewardship: "Daddy, I want you to come out and help the garden
every day." And God, the provident Gardener, makes His own
sowings of seeds, too: "We planted these flowers here, but God
planted those over there. I think He sent one of His angels down
to plant them for us."
And all garden work took on a special meaning . . . performed
as it was for Our Lady and her Divine Son and Lord. Anne was as
joyous in carrying dead plants to the compost heap - to provide
rich, black leaf mold for digging back into the garden beds in the
fall - as she was in offering up the blooms as gifts: "I'm not
doing this work for you, Daddy. I'm doing it for Our Lady."
In due time, though, certain things began to puzzle Anne. It
seemed that all was not well in Our Lady's Garden: "Daddy, there's
one of those bad bees."
"He's not a bad bee. He's a good bee. He's carrying pollen on
hls legs from flower to flower to help make seeds. And at the
same time he's gathering nectar to make honey for us. If there
weren't any bees we'd have to spend lots of time taking pollen
from flower to flower ourselves, or there wouldn't be any seeds.
Bees help the flowers, just as in another way the worms help
prepare the ground for the roots."
"Yes, but one stung me."
"He only stung you when you stepped on him."
"But why did he sting me?"
"So you would take your foot off and be more careful next
time."
A little later she asked: "Doesn't it hurt Our Lady's Mint
[spearmint] when we break off its leaves to eat them ?"
"No, Sweetie, it doesn't hurt it. God gives us plants for
our food; and cutting them back often helps them. In the fall God
withers them back down to the roots with the cold, and many of
them grow up again in the spring better than ever."
But as time went on other things happened in the garden which
were more difficult for Anne to reconcile with God's goodness.
"Why didn't any of those seeds come up? . . . Why is that plant
getting all black before it even has any flowers on it?. . . Why
does God keep making those bad mosquitoes? . . . Why doesn't
someone tell Him to stop ?"
From these questions, Daddy could see that Anne had reached
the point where she was ready for instruction regarding God's
permissive providence: that He permits certain evils only that He
may bring from them still greater good. The simplified story:
"In the beginning, when God first made the world for us,
everything in it was very good, and He promised the first daddy
and mother, Adam and Eve, that if they obeyed Him, and took care
of the world for Him, He would lead them right up to Heaven to
live with Him and the good angels.
"But Satan, the leader of the bad angels who didn't love God,
tempted Adam and Eve to enjoy the good things of the world as they
pleased, instead of taking care of them for God. Listening to
Satan, they took some fruit from a tree God had told them not to
touch. As soon as they did, a terrible thing happened. All the
good things of the world were hurt and upset; and God sent an
angel with a flaming sword to protect the tree so they couldn't
take more fruit, and in this way hurt the world still further.
"Most terrible of all, God punished Adam and Eve by closing
the doors of Heaven. That's how the things got started that you
see hurting the garden. Satan and Adam and Eve started them, not
God.
"Today we still have all the good thing of the world - like
seeds, plants, and blooms - to show us how wonderful and good God
is, Who made them for us. More than this: God loves us so much
that He gave us His only Son, Jesus, to open up the way to Heaven
again. And Jesus, in turn, gave us His Mother as our heavenly
Mother to protect us, help us, and show us the way to Him - which
is why we love her and pray to her, and why we plant flowers which
honor her and help us to think of her all the time.
"And by letting the world stay hurt, after what Adam and Eve
did, God is good to us in still another way. Through the hurts
and pains of the world, He never lets us forget - as did Adam and
Eve - that our true happiness is not on earth, but in Heaven with
Him where everything is good. That's where God wants us to be
because He loves us and made us for His own."
"But Daddy, I do want to go to Heaven."
"Then be sure you always love God and do what He wants you to
do."
"But I do love God."
"Well, you should show Him you love Him. Show Him you love
Him more than you love the good things of the world. Bring Him
other gifts, just the way you bring Him flowers. Mary wants us to
give us good things to God, the way her Jesus gave up His life on
the Cross."
Looking back, it seemed to Daddy that perhaps the greatest
joy for him was the day Anne learned of Our Mother of Sorrows.
Late one evening she climbed out of bed and came over to Daddy's
desk. Seeing the word "Mary" at the top of a page he was reading,
she asked:
"Daddy, why are you reading about Mary?"
"Because I love her very much."
"But some people don't love her. And sometimes she cries."
"How do you know that?"
"Because if she didn't, there wouldn't be any Our Lady's Tears
(Tradescantia) in the garden. There wouldn't be the little blue
teardrops on the flowers."
"Yes, Darling, I'm afraid she does cry, very much. But she
cries mostly for another reason."
"Why ?"
"Because there are some people who don't love her Jesus or do
what He wants them to do."
"But I love Mary and Jesus."
"You won't make Mary cry then, will you?"
"No, she won't cry so long as I am good."
"God bless you, Dearest. Now run along to bed."
Reprint from the May-June, 1955 issue of MARY with permission
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List of plants referred to in story, in order of mention
Religious Name Common Name Botanical Name
Virgin's Tears Lungwort Pulmonaria officinalis
Our Lady's Keys Cowslip Primrose Primula veris
Eyes of Mary Forget-me-not Myosotis alpestris
Our Lady's Delight Pansy Viola tricolor
Pincushion Thrift Armeria mariima
Shoes Columbine Aquilegia vulgaris
Our Lady's Thimble Bluebells of Scotland Campanula rotundifolia
Madonna's Pins Wild Geranium Geranium maculatum
Mystical Rose Rose Rosa
Our Lady's Gloves Foxglove Digitalis purpurea
Our Lady's Nightcap Canterbury Bells Campanula medium
Mary's Candle Giant Mullein Verbascum thapsus
Mary's Hand Five Fingers Potentilla nepalensis
Rose of Mary Rose Campion Lychnis coronaria
Madonna Lily Madonna Lily Lilium candidum
Mary's Gold Marigold Tagetes
Mary's Bud Pot Marigold Calendula officinalis
Our Lady's Earrings Garden Balsam Impatiens balsaminum
Mary's Thistle Blessed Tnistle Silybum marianum
Virgin Flower Periwinkle Vinca minor
St. Joseph's Staff Hollyhock Althea rosea
Mary's Slippers Monkshood Aconitum napellus
Our Lady by-the-gate Soapwort Saponaria officinalis
Assumption Lily Funkia Hosta plantaginea
O. L. Birthday Flower Early Aster Aster amellus
chrysanthemums Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum
Our Lady's Bedstraw Yellow Bedstraw Gallium verum
Our Lady's Pincushion Scabiosa Scabiosa atropurpurea
Our Lady's Fingers Honeysuckle Lonicera caprifolium
Easter Flower Candytuft Iberis semperflorens
Our Lady's Tears Spiderwort Tradescantia virginiana