Black And Blood
Let us skip merrily along the garden paths as the dark season encroaches. Let us fill our hearts with the sights and sounds of colorful flowers and foliage and feathered friends. Let us…..look for shadows and sinister sights. Let us contemplate the …..illuminated light catchers. Red hued Japanese blood grass, Imperata cylindrica ‘Rubra’ is calling out to us.Let us ponder the extraordinary impact of this grass with alacrity.The rhythm of nature is changing the beat, slowing it down, darkening the mood. The artist’s box of deeper shades is spilling onto the green leaves creating a gothic symphony.This is a reminder of the stuff that courses through our human veins, that magical elixer that brings life but signifies dire conditions simultaneously.Filling us with dread, the daylight retreats to darkness. Mysterious things are happening in the formerly light filled eden. The only truly black plant, Ophiopogon planiscapus ‘Nigrescens’, black mondo grass is sending signals of serious seasonal switches.Bearing ebony colored fruit the blackness drags us down the path of despair.Let us follow the blood and the black down into the depths of the shortening days while the wind whistles and there are unexplainable forces at work. Let us revel in the way our ancestor’s dealt with such doom. Let us celebrate rather than bemoan the changes. Maybe a little infusion of sucrose chocolate would help stifle the nightmares that the lack of light can bring.