Yesterday I had the unexpected chance to hear a talk – in my own home-town, and free of charge – by Robert Hammond, Executive Director of the Friends of the High Line, and one of the two men responsible for instigating the project (you can read my earlier post about it here)
Not far from home there’s a very ornamentally suckering clump of that old, old thing – I was going to say ‘dear old thing’ – which we always called Cedrela. The common name (the use of which is uncommon) is Chinese Cedar. And the current botanical name is Toona sinensis.
There’s possibly no plant nearer to sporting true flamingo pink, unless perhaps it’s Magnolia campbellii. But with Cedrela (I’m sticking with my old name, for no reason other than familiarity), it’s the leaves that produce the colour, immediately upon emerging from winter dormancy.
Car troubles yesterday had me walking home from the garage. I didn’t regret this at all, as I’d spotted one or two Gladiolus tristis in the grass on the side of the road from the car, and I wanted a closer look.
It’s diabolically windy out there. I’m wondering if guy-ropes might help to keep the house on location, like Gulliver pinned to the ground by the Lilliputians. Must get me some decent pegs.