The Dry Garden: color me Western

Posted on | December 17, 2010 | 1 Comment

It takes a hard heart not to swoon when the liquidambars that line so many streets in greater Los Angeles conduct their flaming descent into dormancy. As if entire city blocks drawn together in a season finale weren’t an eloquent enough elegy for a calendar year, the scarlet confetti of crape myrtle trees and the golden last gasp of ginkgos join the orchestra in a way that makes November and December the Southern Californian equivalent of fall back East.

There is, of course, a “but” coming, and it’s a big one. We’re not back East. Although the yearly curtain call of these exotic trees is undeniably glorious, they have a timing problem. It’s barely fall. Winter solstice is just four days away. How bothered you are by this lag depends on how you feel about leaf blowers working on Christmas Day.

Click here to keep reading The Dry Garden in the Los Angeles Times.

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One Response to “The Dry Garden: color me Western”

  1. John Fleck
    December 17th, 2010 @ 2:21 pm

    Once again, you take me fondly back to the gardens of my youth – however inappropriate they may have been.

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