Tovah Martin - The unexpected houseplant: 220 extraordinary choices for every spot in your home

The Unexpected Houseplant

The Unexpected Houseplant

220 EXTRAORDINARY CHOICES FOR EVERY SPOT IN YOUR HOME

Tovah Martin

Photography by Kindra Clineff

TIMBER PRESS

PORTLAND | LONDON

Copyright 2012 by Tovah Martin.

All rights reserved.

Photographs copyright 2012 by Kindra Clineff, with the exception of page 67 by Tovah Martin.

Published in 2012 by Timber Press, Inc.

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Portland, Oregon 97204-3527

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Printed in China

Book Design by Jeffrey Kurtz

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Martin, Tovah.

The unexpected houseplant : 220 extraordinary choices for every spot in your home / Tovah Martin ; photography by Kindra Clineff. -- 1st ed.

p. cm.

Includes bibliographical references and index.

ISBN 978-1-60469-243-3

1. Indoor gardening. 2. House plants. I. Clineff, Kindra. II. Title.
SB419.M323 2012
635.965--dc23

2011045164

A catalog record for this book is also available from the British Library.

Many of the plants in this book have toxic ingredients and may cause serious poisoning to people or pets and/or can cause dermatological reactions or eye irritation. Not all toxic plants are noted in the text. For more information on houseplant toxicity in humans, seek the expertise of qualified medical professionals. For cases of suspected poisoning, call 800-222-1222, the national hotline of the American Association of Poison Control Centers. For pets, visit aspca.org for more information on toxic plants. The author and publisher disclaim any liability whatsoever with respect to losses or damages arising out of the information contained in this book.

FRONTISPIECE

A tireless performer of Olympic proportions, Chirita longgangensis never pauses in its flower production.

OPPOSITE

Anyone can force Iris histrioides George; it buds up rapidly after a brief chilling period.

To Dennis and Rob, for being there

To Einstein, my research assistant

This book was a lifetime in the making. So Im going to delve way back and start by paying homage to my houseplant mentors, Mrs. Bertha Doran and Joy Logee Martin. There were role models along the way, like Elvin McDonald, Mike Kartuz, Peter Loewer, and Thalassa Cruso. Id like to thank the fellow aficionados who blazed tangential paths, such as my friends at Logees Greenhouses and greenhouses in towns large and tiny stretching across the country. At Timber Press, I thank Tom Fischer for his enthusiasm and inputhe put this book on course. Eve Goodmans insight and guiding hand plus Andrew Beckmans artistic advice aided this books journey. Im grateful to Sarah Rutledge Gorman for her skillful, wise, and sensitive editing. My agent, Jane Dystel, worked behind the scenes to make this book happen. My friends Denny Sega, Rob Girard, Peter Wooster, and Naomi Price were touchstones and islands of calm. My mother forfeited several daughterly visits for the sake of this book. Speaking of family, we are indebted to Einstein, the Maine Coon kitten and research assistant, who did the stress and bounce testing. And without the graphic design aid of Tim Preston, the proposal would never have flown. Jody Clineff was her usual bastion of efficiency with the photographic liaison. But most of all, Kindra Clineff deserves all the antiques of her dreams and a bay leaf wreath for the glowing photography in these pages. She put her soul into this bookjust as she infuses every project with her sage ingenuity. Without her creativity, ideas, eagerness, patience, acumen, and friendship, this book would be nowhere.

From the road, it looks like any other house. For anyone tooling through town, my home doesnt really stand out, except perhaps for its preponderance of garden beds visible from the street and the fact that its a tad funkier than the neighboring New England architecture in the center of town. Especially in winter, youd be prone to roll right on by without giving it so much as a second glance. But if you had reason to nose into the driveway, knock on the front door, and slip inside, it would be a whole different story.

Just about every sunny or semi-sunny window in my home entertains plants like Stapelia scitula , echeveria, Begonia Zip, and Euphorbia Peppermint Candy.

Basically, if you dont like plants, dont bother to enter. Agoraphobics will be just as agri-challenged inside as they are in the field. Because within that unassuming exterior resides a wonderful world of roaming vines and hairy stems. Leaves of all shapes, sizes, textures, scents, and combinations of colors are given free rein. You must brush by them to deliver the FedEx box. Its necessary to engage with the flower spike of the pregnant onion before gaining entry into the converted barn, where the comfy chair awaits. Watch how you angle the groceries around the kalanchoe, because clumsily maneuvered baggage will bring it down. Only dogs with short tails are allowed in.

Wherever it is possible to host plants, my house is wall-to-wall greenery. I didnt bother doing much with decorator colors on the walls; I didnt sweat the window treatments or the framed family portraitsthe plants are my decor. At any given moment, I host hundreds of houseplants, give or take a couple of dozen. In autumn, the inventory might swell when I crowd more plants inside than the light venues can comfortably host. In winter, the amaryllis and other holiday cheerfuls hold forth. In spring, the accumulation swells with seedlings that are destined for outdoors. For a few brief months in the depths of summer, the head count decreases while the majority of my indoor plants sojourn outside. But I keep many succulents and all my terrariums close by because the home feels empty without their green presence. I cant live without the jungle of leafy branches and groping vines that I call home.

Its a jungle in here, with plants sprawling from the front door throughout the house.

And its not as though I dont have green elsewhere in my life. I garden intensively and extensively outdoors in summer. Every weekend, I hop in the car and visit gardens. Then I spend the rest of the year with the enviable job of writing about summer gardens. But I still couldnt live without plants sharing my abode. For me its all about the plants stretching their limbs, forming their buds, expanding new leaves, and responding to my nurturing (or neglect, if called for). And that sensationthat intimacy with natureis what I strive to describe in this book. If nothing else, this is the chronicle of a romance between botany and a kid who craves green.