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01 March 2008



I wholeheartedly agree. If I (or any of my loved ones) ever end up going to a different place in their minds at some point down the road, I hope that it is a happy place that abounds in flowers. Even for lunch. That is quite a lovely thought, especially at a tough time.

By the way, YES on the hakone grasses! (All of them. I have both 'All Gold' and 'Aureola,' and they are both amazingly graceful but bright additions to shady areas.)


Your mention of Wayside Gardens takes me back almost 40 years to memories of my first boyfriend - a good-looking blonde kid with bright blue eyes and long, dark, curly eyelashes. He always had a great tan because he worked in the fields for his father who was a manager for Wayside in Ohio. I didn't realize they had relocated (under Park Seed) to Greenwood. I think a road trip is in order.

In the meantime, lunching on flowers seems like quite a pleasant place to be...


Kim, I think I'll definitely have to give those grasses a try. They'll provide some interesting texture in my shady beds - and I like that they are 'bright' instead of dark. My camellias are quite dark - and some light would be nice.

Pat, I didn't know that Wayside was ever up in Ohio, I thought they started down here. A road trip for sure - do you know where those dark curly lashes ended up?


Love the patches of daffs and those gorgeous hellebores! Go for the hardcover book of Ken Druse's The Collector's Garden. The pictures are beautiful and he is a delightful writer. You won't be sorry. Sometimes I think lucidity is way overrated.


The poem of your later post percolates slowly in my mind - it requires some thoughtfulness. And then, I think about how I am the same sort of collector - wanting one of everything and also to know much about one thing. I just wish that this didn't extend to several other areas of my life. It isn't collecting in the same way as plants though. It is more wanting to learn about new things and learn everything there is to know. Impossible - and I always have to rein in passions.

The Hellebores pictured here are beautiful. It is hard to keep them alive here, so I admire them all the more.

When my best friend was dying of cancer, she had the same sorts of lucid and not-so-lucid moments. She was an avid birdwatcher and so she would tell me things about how she had turned into a bird and where she had gone. There was always a soft smile on her face - I think she was at peace.


If you like Hellebores especially those with Green flowers - You have to see the Heronswood Nursery collection which includes Helleborus x hybridus 'Phoenix'. Masses of olive green flowers with a burgundy margin bloom in early March.

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