A WHITE SPRING

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Snow in March shouldn’t be a surprise although it’s more typically in the first half.  Witness the almost annual Flower Show storms.  But a biggy coming the day after spring officially begins is pushing things.  So…live with it and enjoy whatever part of it you can.  I did.

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It had been hard at it all day, now rain, now sleet but finally, stormy snow.  At 11:00 at night it was still at it.  It demanded my camera’s attention which, unfortunately, meant I had to go out there as well.  A lot of my shots didn’t measure up to what my eye saw but this one certainly made a statement.

Stupid old man; out here in just a sweater.  Nog! Genug! Basta! Ya está bien!  Ca suffit.  And that was it for the experiments.

But the next morning?  Ahhh, a different story.  I have quoted the distinguished Bob Krist before in this blog, “If you want to take more interesting pictures go to more interesting places.”  (He does, for e.g. National Geographic Traveler.)  Well, it occurred to me that your own world is a greatly different place after a snow storm so get out and shoot.

I looked out at it and knew I should be out there but the drifts looked a little intimidating.  What the hell, my “Help, I’m in a snowdrift.” button works all over the campus so, boots on, out I went.

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The first steps were easy before I headed for the woods.  It was a good thing that Sigrid had put up my spring wreath.  Otherwise, the snow might have come right inside.

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But, into the woods!  I had wondered how it would be on the Red Trail under a bower of snow-laden branches.  It was mesmerizing, and there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

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Other things seen along the trail.

Buds ready to swell.

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Need a rest break?

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More Ice in the Pines.

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Looks as though the sun will break through.

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Wait.  It seems as though the trail is leading back home.  And to breakfast.

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Thus endeth the snow walk.  Back home again and with a golden hint of spring insisting on moving in.  Hurry!

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ANOTHER FLOWER SHOW MOVES ON

The Hort (The Pennsylvania Horticultural Society) has announced that over 250,000 people toured last week’s 2018 Flower Show.  Why did they all come on the same day I went?  Maybe it was payback for last year when I went on the snow day and counted only nine others in the entryway exhibit.  The annual Flower Show storm was scheduled for Wednesday so I and the other 249,999 people went on Tuesday.  Oh, well, it was worth it.  The entryway exhibit was eye-filling and breathtaking.

It was a huge structure around and over us, the upper part built of bamboo supported on steel pipes made to look like bamboo.  It took me back to our China trip many years ago in which we saw that all construction was created within a scaffolding of bamboo, even ten and twenty story buildings.  The structure was laden with plant material, most in sphagnum moss containers but with isolated specimens in water-filled glass tubes.  The color and texture were magnificent but….but….it was the sound of the tropical rain forest birds and other creatures that brought it home, almost to the extent of my thinking maybe I should keep my cap on.

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The imagination in the design of the entryway exhibit continued on into the show.  I thought that the other exhibits were well designed and well executed.  There were even — hold it — a lot of flowers on display.  (I’ve knocked it in the past for paucity of blooms).  The tulips were there from Holland, always a pleasure.

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And orchids galore; they were all through the rain garden exhibit as well as here and there in individual exhibits.

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But, the art in the exhibits……

This was an arrangement of hanging glass globes with orchids inside of them.

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There must have been a sale on the glass globes.  Here was a cascading arrangement that made me think of Bridalveil Fall in Yosemite Park.

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The show’s theme this year was “Wonders of Water.”  Here was a fine example: a backyard lighted pool enjoying a gentle rainfall.

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Another suggestion of water: a series of multicolored pipes hanging from the ceiling suggesting a rain shower.

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Finally, a perfect suggestion of water: a rain barrel, catching the runoff from the rain forest.

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I loved the show.  I also enjoyed the Hamilton Horticourt which features members’ specimens in competition.  I thought that the lighting was the best I can remember and that the arrangement of categories was pleasant. A knock, as I’ve mentioned before, the Hort has taken over (my guess) about a fourth of the display area to flog their own wares… plants, gardening and show-related items.  It’s nice stuff but I can’t help but think about the ticket price paid, in part, to walk through their store.  That space has, in the past, been useful for garden clubs and landscapers to exhibit their capabilities.

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WHERE’S BERGIE BEEN?

A friend recently noted my absence from this blog; my last post was January 9th.  Well, life gets hectic; acute bronchitis comes along; a recuperation on Sanibel becomes necessary (I know, tough).  My old PC monitor died and a wrestling match ensued with a new 4K resolution monitor; it turns out that legacy apps may not have kept up with the technology and so their menus are tiny on screen.  The only one I’ve found that I coudn’t fix is my last version of Photoshop, CS6, so it’s live with the fine print or surrender to CC, Photoshop in the cloud.

Struggling.

Other obligations become backed up.  Only today did the Christmas train platform come down.

And there’s also always an issue about coming up with new material but I think I’ve got a backlog now.

Please, stay tuned.