Tuesday, February 17, 2009

A favorite shrub in winter

A member of the hazel family, Harry Lauder's Walking Stick, Corylus avellana 'Contorta', shows its most interesting side in the winter when its deciduous, curlycue branches are easy to view. One of Harry's Walking Sticks grows at the edge of our front deck, so each time I go out the front door these days, I can admire the wonderfully curled branches with their fat leaf buds. I have always loved vines and other plants that tend to grow in, through and around each other, creating complex and beautiful, intertwined patterns. The Walking Stick growing in my garden is quite lovely in this regard, intertwined as it is within itself. I plan to put another one in my backyard garden, where it will receive more yearround sun and thus grow even more thickly intertwined.

I found the story of how this shrub gots its name interesting. First spotted growing in hedgerows north of Edinburgh, it was named, many years later, after Harry Lauder. An early 19th century Scottish entertainer who had been born into poverty, Henry McLennan Lauder mixed comedy with music, creating lovable characters whom he played in the years following World War I to raise huge sums of money for the pensions of poor and maimed returning soldiers. (Lauder was later knighted for all his charitable work.) One of Harry's characters, Roderick McSwankay, leaned on a twisted hazelwood cane, which thereafter became known as Harry Lauder's Walking Stick. See http://www.killerplants.com/whats-in-a-name/20050311.asp for the more complete story of Harry Lauder.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Here is some love

There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of

spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its

face against mine. Breathe into
me
. Close the language-door and

open the love-window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window.

by Mowlana Jalaluddin Rumi, 13th century
translated by Coleman Barks

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Grandparenting in Apex

Carolina (3 years), Davis (10 months), Hunter (5 years)

On February 2nd, Mike and I drove over to Apex to stay with Hunter, Carolina, and Davis for 5 days while Hannah and Keith went to Mexico on a well-deserved vacation. We had a busy week. In addition to the usual routines of feeding, packing lunches, dressing (which Hunter and Carolina handle mostly by themselves!), transporting Hunter and Carolina to and from preschool, napping, bathing, etc., etc., there was a trip to the nearby park, a bean-germinating activity, a watch for snow (didn't come, but preschool opened 2 hours late), lots of reading (we read Carolina's current favorite about 26 mischievous monkeys no less than 15 times), a nightly pillow skirmish with Grandpa, a birthday party outing, and lots of welcome cuddle time with little Davis. Cuddly Davis is now also an expert crawler who likes to visit the pantry to unpack disposable diapers, make a stop by the pull-out kitchen trash to check for possible amusements, and move on to the cable box and DVD player to look for fun buttons to push. Our three little Prichards are wonderful, active, curious and fun. Yes, they kept us very busy indeed -- Mike called the week Grandparent Camp, an extreme sport for the elder but not at all fainthearted set.