A perfect little crucible
Helen Humphreys was exploring the Queen’s collection of tens of thousands of carefully preserved plants, some dating back more than two centuries, when a scent like a Christmas tree hit her.
“A 150-year-old pine still smelled like a pine,” she recalls. And as she searched through dried and labelled plants of all kinds, she noticed that “a lot of things still smelled like they smelled when they were alive – things like ginger” and other aromatic plants. “The whole pine cabinet just smells like a pine forest, which is incredible. And pussy willows were still soft 100 years later.”
Even samples of grasses looked as though they had just been picked, she says.
“It taught me a few things about life and death.… Even though something is technically dead, what does that even mean?”
Ms. Humphreys, a novelist and poet, is a former writer in residence at Queen’s who now teaches a course in creative writing. She was exploring plant specimens at the Fowler Herbarium, part of the Queen’s University Biological Station on Opinicon Lake. It’s a storehouse of 144,000 plant specimens, which are pressed flat, mounted on backing, and kept in metal cabinets.
Ms. Humphreys calls it “a plant library,” and she recently spent a year there, doing research for her new book, Field Study: Meditations on a Year at the Herbarium.
“I’m not a botanist. I didn’t actually go to university at all,” she says. “I’m very interested in nature, and I write about nature. I was looking for a way to talk about people in nature through time, and the herbarium seemed like a perfect little crucible to examine this.”
It was a personal journey.
“Increasingly in my own life, and especially as I get older and have incurred losses as we all do, nature becomes more important to me,” she says. But nature itself suffers losses – through climate change, through extinctions. She was trying to reconcile her growing reliance on nature with the fact that “nature is under attack from humans.
“So, I thought: would I find any answers if I looked back in time?” And the herbarium, with collections that go back more than 200 years, was her conveyance. She spent a couple of days a week there for about a year in 2018–2019, examining thousands of specimens.
She made notes: “What were these collectors doing? Who were they? How was nature revered, regarded? What nature were they collecting?”
Starting with ferns (plants that evolved early in Earth’s history, long before the dinosaurs), she kept on through the whole collection, following the order of evolution.
Each specimen’s label tells who found the plant, and when and where. This relationship between collectors and plants drew her in.
Some added personal touches, she says: “One collector… would write lengthy, page-and-a-half descriptions of what the day was like and what happened. He sometimes put dialogue in” from his companions in the field, and added photos. “So there are these little essays about the particular day when he went to get a cone off a pitch pine.” This opens a window into the lives of the people who tramped through forests and swamps to preserve a record of what grows (or once grew) in our country.
At least half the collectors were amateurs, often self-taught.
One British visitor to Canada hired an Algonquin translator who helped him record the Algonquin names for what he found. These are on the specimens’ labels.
As with any long project, she says, she had wonderful moments “and other moments where you think: What am I doing? Why am I looking at 144,000 plants?” But she got through it.
The book is illustrated with her own drawings and also scanned images of the plants, made by the herbarium. But Ms. Humphreys says no image can equal the feeling, texture, and smell of an actual plant from the past. As well, modern science can return to old specimens for DNA samples. She believes the early collectors would be thrilled.
Ms. Humphreys is working on her next book, a memoir about dogs.
