I also swoon for the freshness of this Heavenly Bamboo's foliage. After last winter's cold, this particular HB, previously the sturdiest in the garden, appeared dead (in other spots, such are the vagaries of microclimates, HBs that had struggled in the past seemed fine with the cold). But rather than get rid of it, we chopped it to the ground and gave it one more chance. We've been well rewarded, as you can see.Anyway, I'd better rush or I won't make the ferry and the sausages won't get bought, nor the bacon, flour, etc., and we'll all have to stare glumly at the ocean and starve this weekend. No fun at all, right?
Friday, August 7, 2009
And More of the Same
Yes, one more day of pretty pictures while I rush around picking up supplies for feeding the 30 or so family members who will hang out at my place this week. Six of my siblings -- two brothers and four sisters, and that's not the whole family! -- and their families are coming over this evening on various ferries as well as my own four and some of their partners. Since the beds will all be full with my own kids-and-partners, my sibs are checking into the hotel just across the harbour but the cousins and a friend or two (all teens and early twenties) will bring therma-rests, sleeping bags, and a tent or two to set up in the yard.
So I'm heading to the ferry with the wheelbarrow for carrying back the artisan sausages we will barbeque -- they make the best "gourmet hotdogs" along with lots of buns, bacon, eggs, flour, and syrup for tomorrow's pancake breakfast. I'll be trying to think of simple salads to shop for as I go -- probably a roast baby potato salad and a mixed green with simple additions. The key is to keep it all simple so the focus will be on fun. I know a musical instrument or three will be making the trip, and I've let my neighbours know there might be a bit of noise.
Meanwhile, I leave you with more pretty pictures. The flowers at the top and just below are the very dainty flowers of a meadow/woodland rue, Thalictrum delavayi. So pretty, and the foliage is lovely as well. That exact shade of mauve and the accompanying delicacy reminds me quite intensely of a little cotton lawn dress, sprigged with dainty flowers, that I smocked for one of my daughters, and also of a dress my little sister wore when she sang in a festival at five years old. Layers of memory, triggered by my garden.