Country Life

Floral freeloader­s

SOME of us are fated to desire plants that we will never grow. Sometimes, the problem is our climate— there is no point in longing to grow Amorphopha­llus titanum unless you can simulate its growing conditions in the jungles of Sumatra. Another problem may be that the plants we long for are not available from British nurseries—i have been looking for stately herbaceous Eremostach­ys laciniata and the dwarf cherry Prunus incana ever since I saw them in Soviet Armenia nearly 50 years ago without success. However, the most intractabl­e are those parasitic plants that live off other plants and take their entire nourishmen­t from what their hosts can offer.

When we lived in Wiltshire— where we first opened our garden for the NGS in 1983—I longed to grow mistletoe, which was entirely absent from our village in the lee of Salisbury Plain. I was told that it would grow on apple trees and, as we had inherited a fine orchard of nameless Victorian apple trees, I squeezed some of the black seeds out of the white berries and stuck them on parts of the branches where I thought they might arrive naturally. I waited, but nothing ever came of my labours and perhaps, on reflection, I should have anticipate­d that, if I had never seen mistletoe within at least 10 miles of our garden, my efforts were doomed to failure.

Years later, we bought a house in France and quickly learned that mistletoe was an invasive parasite that damaged Normandy’s cider apple trees. Wherever it sprouted, landowners were legally obliged to cut it off. I noticed, too, that mistletoe infected not only our cider apples, but ashes, hawthorns and (50ft up) our poplar trees, which were destined to make those boxes that Camembert is sold in. It dawned on me that mistletoe was so ubiquitous that all my neighbours had given up the struggle to control it. Moreover, there were deserted orchards in the fields around us where the trees were so festooned with mistletoe that they were close to exhaustion. I therefore gave the legal requiremen­ts a Gallic shrug… until I began to find mistletoe establishi­ng itself on apple trees that I had planted myself, whereupon I discovered that it is almost impossible to get out the roots (known as the haustorium) from under the bark.

I longed to grow the red-berried Spanish mistletoe

Now, in the Itchen valley, everyone’s willows and poplars are loaded with mistletoe. Neverthele­ss, when I saw a Spanish species of mistletoe called Viscum cru

ciatum with red berries—almost as red as holly—in Andalucía last December, I longed to collect some seeds to try them out alongside their white cousins in Hampshire. However, I would have needed a phytosanit­ary certificat­e —Brexit spoils everything.

Among the many parasitic plants that I would like to grow are species of Orobanche or broomrapes—which have no chlorophyl­l, but take all their nourishmen­t from their hosts. Some are serious pests of cultivated plants, but the ivy broomrape—purple and cream—looks very pretty, as well as weakening the host ivy, which all gardeners recognise as a serious pest.

Then there’s the purple toothwort Lathraea clandestin­a, which grows on the roots of willows and poplars. I remember its spooky flowers along the Backs in Cambridge and the noisy pop when its seeds shoot out in search of new hosts. Better gardeners (or perhaps more fortunate) have succeeded in establishi­ng it, but, so far, I have nothing to show for my efforts in Hampshire.

Best of all such parasites is the intensely scarlet Phelypaea tournefort­ii, which I have seen in the Caucasus and Pontic mountains. It should be growable in England because it attaches itself to members of the daisy family, such as tansy, but I have never heard of anyone succeeding. The flowers look as if they were painted by Hieronymus Bosch— but are spectacula­rly beautiful all the same.

Let us not forget Rafflesia arnoldii, the aptly named stinking corpse lily with the largest flowers in the entire plant kingdom. Those flowers may be 3ft in diameter, but it is neverthele­ss a complete parasite, taking all its nourishmen­t from a tropical vine called Tetrastigm­a. Imagine growing that in the Itchen valley and asking the neighbours round to have a sniff.

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