Monday, 05 April 2010 11:17

Poem: My Green House

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My dear,
"I will not let you come till the end of May of beginning of June, because before that time my greenhouse will not be ready to receive us, and it is the only pleasant room belonging to us.

When the plants go out we go in. I line it with mats, and spread the floor with mats; and there you shall sit with a bed of mignonette at your side, and hedge of honeysuckles, roses and jasmine; and I will make you a bouquet of myrtle every day."

 

Written by: William Cowper (1731)

Back in the era of Road to Avonlea, many women relayed on gardens, and greenhouses to grow vegetables and fruits to feed their family, but that was not the only reason why women loved to garden. It was also a way to escape reality and be surrounded by beauty, love and hope. Women took much pride in their gardens and meant a lot to a woman that they could show off their garden to people.

What else do you think this poem represents? Do you think it is just about a women and her garden or is this women trying to say something else?

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Nara Devere-Bennett

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