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.
Love it.
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