Monday, January 11, 2010

So who is Pomona?

When we moved into this house on Pomona Avenue we wondered, so who is this Pomona. After a little searching around it turns out the name Pomona is very apt for our street.
After the second world war the veterans who returned were offered a choice of an education or a small plot of land on which they were required to grow crops. Many years ago there were cabbages and potatoes grown on streets nearby. Our property was used to grow fruit trees. Nine years ago we had two pear trees, two apricot trees, three black walnut trees, one apple tree as well as some black raspberry bushes. All that remain today are the walnuts, the apple and the raspberries. The pears and the apricot trees were quite old and dying at the time. We did get a few pears although the squirrels beat us to most of them. Only one of the apricots gave fruit that never matured. Probably not enough sun as it was overshadowed by a large silver maple. In contrast, the walnut trees are long lived and continue to shower us with nuts in the summer - literally. I love these trees. They are about 40 feet tall and the trunks are ramrod straight. They are one of our last trees to leaf out in the spring and one of the first to drop in the fall. Perfect for woodland plantings.

Anyway...Pomona is a Roman goddess of fruiting trees and orchards. She did not care for forests, she loved her cultivated countryside. She wields a pruning knife in her right hand for she is an expert in pruning and grafting. Despite the fact that she preferred to be alone to care and nurture her trees, this amazon-like beauty was besieged by suitors, in particular a god called Vertumnus. Vertumnus had the ability to take different human guises and made numerous attempts to woo Pomona but she turned him away each time. It wasn't until Vertumnus appeared before her in his proper person (apparently quite a good looking fellow) that Pomona gave in to his charms. Vertumnus is a god of gardens and orchards and so it appears they were a match made in heaven. I am sure there is a moral to their story however it won't come from my lips.


  1. I really enjoyed reading your blog it was so nice. And it's the perfect time of year for it too.