We’re having a glorious spring, and the Nandina in my garden continues to inspire my imagination. I must admit I’ve not always appreciated this plant. As a young woman, I viewed it as a scraggly shrub. Later, I dismissed its brilliant red berries, peeking surreptitiously through the woodland underbrush. During those years, I couldn’t imagine why this common bush was called “sacred bamboo”.
I’m looking at this shrub differently now, as I am so many things. I marvel at the iridescent quality of its damp green buds and consistently seek its Cardinal red clusters and lance-shaped leaves for decorations. I suppose this is yet another case of the ordinary morphing into the extraordinary—one more spring awakening.