“Woman in greenhouse,” ca. 1910, an autochrome by Mrs. Benjamin F. Russell, via George Eastman Museum Commons on flickr.
I have not been able to find out anything about Mrs. Russell.
Tag: potted flowers
The flower seller, NYC
An Easter floral display at Bradshaw & Hartman, New York City, between 1900 and 1905, by Detroit Publishing Co., via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division (both photos).
I found this advertisement in The Weekly Florists Review, Vol. 12, 1903:
Established 1891
Geo. E. Bradshaw John R. Hartman
Wholesale Florists
53 West 28th Street, New York
Telephone 1239 Madison Square
Consignments Solicited
Mention the Review when you write.
The current building at 53 W. 28th Street seems to be the same one in these pictures.
There have been flower wholesalers on this section of 28th Street since the 1890s, according to this interesting article in The Economist.
Wordless Wednesday: Birkach-Süd
Near University of Hohenheim, Summer 2016.
The winter garden: amaryllis
Amaryllis, Alberta, Canada, ca. 1930, hand-colored glass lantern slide by William Copeland McCalla, via Provincial Archives of Alberta Commons on flickr (all images here).
The photographer, William McCalla, was interested in botany and photography from an early age. He studied at Cornell University in the early 1890s and later worked in western Canada as a farmer, librarian, and Natural History teacher. While teaching from 1925 to 1938, he made over 1,000 lantern slides of plants and animals as visual aids.
The slides were donated to the Archives by his son and granddaughter in 1982 and 2007.
In a vase on Monday: pansies
Easy: purple pansies from the Degerloch farmer’s market, little purple pot.
To see what other gardeners have put in a vase (or a pot) today, visit Cathy at Rambling in the Garden.
My tantalized spirit
Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
Regretting, its roses—
Its old agitations
Of myrtles and roses:For now, while so quietly
Lying, it fancies
A holier odor
About it, of pansies—
A rosemary odor,
Commingled with pansies—
With rue and the beautiful
Puritan pansies.— Edgar Allen Poe, from “For Annie“
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