Thursday, January 31, 2013

thy neighbor's aeonium

Let me just start with a confession: I have coveted my neighbor's aeoniums. Aeonium arboreum and Aeonium arboreum (var. atropurpureum) stand tall in the brick planters on either side of his front door. They face west to take advantage of afternoon sun, and are lovingly watered at least once a week. They have been blooming in neon yellow splendor since about January 15.

My own aeonium arboreums have never bloomed for me. They include plants grown from clippings given to me by this same neighbor, as well as a potted aeonium 'Irish Bouquet' bought years ago at a farmers' market in San Diego.

On a recent trip down the coast, I spotted a huge pale yellow aeonium at a 'destination nursery' in Leucadia. It was not a blossom. It bore the unmistakably petal-shaped leaves of an aeonium arboreum, and spread as large as a mid-summer mid-western sunflower. Yet it stood only a foot above ground level. I had to have one.

The affable nurseryman identified this beauty as a 'Sunburst Aeonium,' but regretted that he had none potted up for sale. Sympathetic to my needs, however, he dug up another specimen bearing two foot-long stems. I could plant the main stem in the garden and make a cutting of the subsidiary stem. This smaller one I would pot for something spectacular to enter in the garden club show next June.

All the way home, I thought about how my neighbor would covet my new aeonium. Of course I would place it so that it faced directly toward his front door.

Yesterday while doing errands, I noticed some new plantings in the median strip down the center of our east-west commercial street: tufts of ornamental grass, surrounded by a border of about a dozen sunburst aeoniums -- as big as my two and much healthier. How long have I, and my neighbor (not to mention all the garden club members), been driving past these not-so-rare specimens?

With any luck, my Calandrinia grandifloras will attain covetable stature this year. I hereby resolve to water them, and the sunburst aeoniums, at least once a week.

Friday, January 25, 2013

emerald becomes coy

With February looming, you may have been wondering why I haven't written anything about 2013's Color of the Year (COY) yet. After all, it's become a tradition for me to unveil this factoid and comment on it here. This year, however, I learned about COY in a surprising way, and it got me to thinking less about color and more about how information is gathered.

During a post-holiday visit, I mentioned to our younger son and daughter-in-law that I would soon be looking up the 2013 COY and writing about it in my blog. She had never heard of the concept, so we were having a good chuckle over PMS numbers (assigned by the Pantone Matching System). He knew all about PMS from the POV of an entrepreneur who must maintain a consistent color scheme for his corporate image. COY was new to him, though, so he touched his ever-present smart phone and said, "It's emerald green."

Thus I was upstaged. Surprised when I had expected to do the surprising, yet also surprised that a color from the cool end of the spectrum had been chosen after two years of hot ones. Here was a COY, like the turquoise of 2010, that I would actually wear. Indeed, emerald is my birthstone.

After cooling down for at least a week, I finally made a leisurely visit to the Pantone website, not to be surprised by the COY but to revel in the rhetoric I have learned to expect there. I was not disappointed, and must quote the whole blurb:
The 2012 color of the year, PANTONE 17-1463 Tangerine Tango, a spirited reddish orange, provided the energy boost we needed to recharge and move forward. Emerald, a vivid verdant green [PMS 17-5641], enhances our sense of well-being further by inspiring insight as well as promoting balance and harmony.
Most often associated with brilliant, precious gemstones, the perception of Emerald is sophisticated and luxurious. Since antiquity, this luminous, magnificent hue has been the color of beauty and new life in many cultures and religions. Also the color of growth, renewal and prosperity, no other color conveys regeneration more than green. For centuries, many countries have chosen green to represent healing and unity.
"The most abundant hue in nature, the human eye sees more green than any other color in the spectrum," said Leatrice Eiseman, executive director of the Pantone Color Institute®. "As it has throughout history, multifaceted Emerald continues to sparkle and fascinate. Symbolically, Emerald brings a sense of clarity, renewal and rejuvenation, which is so important in today's complex world. This powerful and universally-appealing tone translates easily to both fashion and home interiors."
There you have it. 2013's COY. I shall put on my necklace of emerald nuggets and go in search of inspiring insights.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

my morning as homework

This morning I spent about 45 minutes engaged in a video call (on Skype) with our seven-year-old granddaughter. We were both dressed in jammies, and she had a school assignment to interview someone for a family history project. Following in italics are the questions developed by her teacher, using 'they' (alas!) as the universal unisex uniperson pronoun.

When were they born? Please include the month, day, and year. May 7, 1941

Where were they born? Please include the city, state, country and continent. Newark, Ohio, U.S.A., North America

How did they dress? Here I started to have some fun with the answers! My granddaughters' generation wears leggings most of the time. I told her we didn't have leggings because we didn't have any synthetic fabrics besides rayon (a new word she needed to have spelled). She asked, "Didn't you have elastic?" I said, "Yes, we had elastic, but no spandex or nylon, which is what most of your leggings are made of. All our clothing was cotton or wool." 

How did they get to school? I told her I walked to school until junior high, and was ready to start talking about the school bus. She curtly reminded me that we were talking about elementary school. Ah, yes! The girl knows how to focus.

How was their classroom [different from classrooms of today]? My talk of dip pens, ink wells, and the wind-up Victrola was accepted as the ancient history it is. I didn't mention how we all snickered at the rear view of our teacher winding the Victrola, but she was astounded when I told her that the teachers wore dresses all the time.

What did they do during recess time? I told her we had swings and monkey bars (which I loved), and played kick ball, dodge ball, and tether ball. Later I remembered jumping rope (she had received a jump rope for Christmas). Anyway, she said she hadn't had swings except in kindergarten, but otherwise concluded that "recess was pretty much the same."

What do they remember most about their experience in 2nd grade or elementary school? This was a hard one, because I had missed kindergarten (due to a parental oversight) and skipped essentially every other semester until I ended up in fifth grade on my eighth birthday, with no particular memory of any grade between first and fourth. Still tightly focused, however, she didn't accept my account of walking home with my friend Carolyn, who had ducks and a grapefruit tree in her back yard ("This is supposed to be about what happened in school," she reminded me), so I told about pretending to know how to read (a simple matter of memorizing the Dick & Jane story the others in the group were reading, and rattling off my lines with no hesitation).

What did they do when they were not in school? Here I was able to work in Carolyn's ducks, as well as roller-skating on the sidewalk, playing 'cops and robbers' in the alley, and avoiding the alleged witch who lived in a little house at the far end of our block.

Did they have a hobby?  My talk of knitting and playing the flute (both of which I started at age 7), must have suggested I hadn't changed a bit, but drawing and painting were definitely things from my past.

What activities did they do? I'm not sure how activities differ from hobbies and 'what they do', but I came up with accounts of fishing at the beach and visiting the Redondo Beach pier to buy lobsters that we'd bring home to barbecue in the back yard.

Did they watch television or some movies? What kind of movies? Television didn't come along for me until 1952, but I talked for so long about Disney movies (Dumbo, Sleeping Beauty, Bambi) that there wasn't room on the page to include my favorite radio shows. I was summarily interrupted when I started to spell 'Uncle Whoa-Bill.'

Did they have chores? Setting the table and feeding the cat paled in comparison with my account of watching our family's trash burn in the backyard incinerator. You see, someone had to stomp out flying embers to keep the fire from spreading. This was history for sure!

Ask them to tell you a story or special memory that they experienced when they were your age. (For example, a trip, a historic event, war, immigration, a special memory with their family or friends, etc.)

My story was of a road trip from L.A. to central Ohio, where we visited my paternal grandparents' farm and I helped my grandmother gather eggs. Knowing how she loves the four chickens and one rooster who live on the farm where her father lives in Idaho, I confided that I didn't like the chickens. She wasn't so shocked, because I'd told her this before. What grandmother hasn't told a story (or any part of it) more than once? It's a prerogative. 

What better way could there have been to spend a Sunday morning in January, while memories of recent holiday visits still danced in our heads? But oh, to be a fly on the classroom wall when this assignment is turned in or reported to the class! 
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