The Brother Gardeners
Chapter One
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"Forget not Mee & My Garden"
There ought to be gardens for all the months in the year,
in which severally things of beauty may be then in season.
FRANCIS BACON, "Of Gardens," 1625
The first three months of the year were always the busiest time for the cloth merchant Peter Collinson, for it was then that the ships from the American colonies arrived in London. But on this January morning in 1734 he was concerned not with the arrival of reels of wool or bales of cotton but with an altogether different cargo. Awaiting him at Custom House, down by the docks, were two boxes of plants that, for Collinson, were the most exciting piece of merchandise he had ever received.
As he hurried towards the Thames from his Gracechurch Street office, in the financial centre of the city, Collinson could see the clusters of tall masts above the rooftops and hear the cries of stevedores as they unloaded precious goods from the holds. The stretch of the river between London Bridge and the Tower was the main harbour of London an ... read full excerpt from: The Brother Gardeners ebook