Yes, they can look stiff and formal. But I like glads because they remind me of our mother. Not only because Gladiolus is August’s birthday flower, and August 31st – today – was her birthday. It’s because of a piece of art she made, a print of some coral-coloured gladioli.
Both our parents were gifted artists. Both were art-school medallists in painting (he) and textile design (she) who, for so many reasons, never made full use of their talents.
But after a lifetime of waitressing and sales-clerking jobs, our mum went back to school at George Brown College to update her printmaking skills. Sadly, she died shortly afterwards, at age 57. In fact, this year is the 30th anniversary of her very last birthday. She left us with a portfolio case of her final works, including these glads.
There were enough copies of this print for us to share with our mother’s siblings after she died.
But this copy had something more – pencilled embellishment of the drawing’s lines and details. Although the draftsmanship was always her own, these soft and flowing pencil strokes make it feel more personal. She seems more present in the drawing. It’s like the shock of unexpectedly finding a fragment of handwriting by a person you’ve loved, and lost. So much more them than even a photograph. Perhaps there’s some truth in graphology. (Mouse over the images to read the captions, or click on any image to embiggen a slideshow.)
She’d be pleased with the glads in my opening shot, which I grew myself – for the second year running. The original bag was 50% off at the Toronto Botanical Garden shop in summer 2015. It was a dwarf variety, perfect for my small garden, in an elegant mix of white, cream and soft yellow. What the heck, I gave them a try.
They didn’t do fantastically last year, maybe because they went into the ground too late. But, what the heck, I dug up the corms in fall, left them to dry outdoors. Then winkled off the old, dried corms and stems and placed the young corms in a plastic mesh sack. Which, very unscientifically, sat in a basket on my kitchen counter all winter. Granted, they were beside a large, north-facing window – so perhaps the “cool, dark” storage requirements were partially met. [Update: U.S. horticulturalist Joseph Tychonievich has been hybridizing multi-branching, hardy to USDA Z5 Gladiolus that might be coming to market. Watch for them.]
In spring, after all danger of frost, the larger ones were planted in the Microgarden. Others looked too small. But, what the heck, I planted them anyway, about 4-6″ (10-15 cm) apart in a medium-sized container, to fatten up. Guess what, almost every corm produced a flower. Thanks to the size differences, I’m getting a small bouquet every few days. There’s much to be said for what-the-heck.
Purchased bouquets of glads, like the tall ones in my mother’s print, look best in multiples. Two bunches is good. Three is even better. That moves flowers from stiff and formal to something voluptuous.
The ones in the print look like two big bunches at least. In fact, I think they might even have been a birthday gift to Mum from our dad’s sister, on our aunt’s first visit to Canada from the UK. His family never really forgave our mum for marrying our dad, so this meeting after nearly 30 years was momentous.
A symbolic gift perhaps, as the word Gladiolus comes from the Latin word for sword. I guess it was a laying down of arms, of sorts. And in our mother’s picture of it, the swordlike stems are loosely scattered, their tips as sharp as pen nibs, but lightly rendered almost to invisibility.