~an Emperor~

Curcuma petiolata variegated 'Emperor'

This one is worth growing for the variegated leaves alone, and for the lovely little quality of not minding a bit of shade.

The edges of the leaves remind me of a watercolor painting.

(I was wondering today if it would be possible to divide mine this fall.  I'd like to spread this one around a bit).

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And then the flowers appear, low to the ground - and unpretentious.

(But pretentious all the same). 

The flowers are like icing on the cake - because the leaves contribute as much as one needs to contribute in a garden.

I like how my early August garden looks - and much of this is due to plants like this Curcuma - lush, green, and happy.

I need to think about filling in spaces with more gingers.  They love our heat and humidity - and while other things are fading a bit, they just seem to be coming into their own.

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So there has been a list of things that I want to write here, but I've simply been too busy.  I head to Australia in a few days for a meeting - it'll be my first trip to that interesting land, and I'm looking forward to it (except for the fact that I have quite a bit to do before I'll feel ready to step foot on the plane, that is, planes:  Charleston to Charlotte to San Francisco to Sydney to Cairns.  Once I get there though, I'll be staying in a hotel with views of the marina, the city, the water and the mountains - a week with those views doesn't seem half bad, so I'd best not whine for abit.

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As for life, my Father, Brother and I chose my Mother's gravestone today.  It was another step in this...this whole thing - but while we felt good choosing something nice, it was another step in the acceptance of our loss.  I know that it was strange for my Father, because in reality he was picking out his own gravestone as well - and his one requirement was that it was of the same granite that his Mother and Father's gravestone was made of.  Theirs is a beautiful stone - in the same cemetery where most of my long-gone relatives are buried.  I know that my Father now feels better with this taken care of.  I'm not sure how I feel.  There is a part of me that wants to resist completion of these milestones - to slow down the process a bit.  But I know that is a bit foolish. 

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I'm tired.  More, hopefully, tomorrow.

 

Comments

[Pictures Just Pictures]

This is both an agony and a reassurance to read.

The sense of continuity you convey here is something few of us (I guess few of us) experience.

Lucy