A rich and poignant Christmas Day is about to end. I spent a lot of time thinking about those of you who've written and what it might be like for me -- for us -- if you return as you said you would. You know, thoughts about the kind of community we might become. And that led me to wondering what you're hoping to find me up to, a question that influenced my entire day as I weighed conversations for their potential blogliness and took pictures with you in mind.
So what's with the frozen buds, right? That's Edgeworthia, on its way to becoming a bloom with the scent of vanilla pudding. More gushing about its optimistic, butter yellow face (yes, here it comes) in my book, Plant This!, a title I will not shamelessly link to a retailer, though you can read my profile of this Z7 shrub from China right here.
Crystallized buds were among the many delights today at my friends' Neil and Norm's snowstruck woodland garden. Much to their relief, the weather had not hurt their species rhododendrons (particularly their beloved R. sinogrande) nor done irreparable damage to their timber bamboo (true, a number of its immense culms snapped under the snow's weight, but there were hundreds more where those came from).
Since I hadn't been to Neil and Norm's in a while, today was the first time I saw their immense Buckyball suspended from several trees. Take a really good look at the scale of the sculpture here, as Neil -- doubling for Vanna White -- elegantly mimics its shape.
Not suprisingly the installation took three days and was supervised by the artist whose name I will happily provide on request (it's too late to call the guys now and ask them).
BEHOLD!
So what's with the frozen buds, right? That's Edgeworthia, on its way to becoming a bloom with the scent of vanilla pudding. More gushing about its optimistic, butter yellow face (yes, here it comes) in my book, Plant This!, a title I will not shamelessly link to a retailer, though you can read my profile of this Z7 shrub from China right here.
Crystallized buds were among the many delights today at my friends' Neil and Norm's snowstruck woodland garden. Much to their relief, the weather had not hurt their species rhododendrons (particularly their beloved R. sinogrande) nor done irreparable damage to their timber bamboo (true, a number of its immense culms snapped under the snow's weight, but there were hundreds more where those came from).
Since I hadn't been to Neil and Norm's in a while, today was the first time I saw their immense Buckyball suspended from several trees. Take a really good look at the scale of the sculpture here, as Neil -- doubling for Vanna White -- elegantly mimics its shape.
Not suprisingly the installation took three days and was supervised by the artist whose name I will happily provide on request (it's too late to call the guys now and ask them).
BEHOLD!
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