The garden shows its bones when it snows, and I’m grateful to have edited the landscape to native essentials that look well composed. The small orchard looks like it’s having a bad hair day: I’ll get to the winter pruning before long. One particularly graceful winter hazel that has never been pruned becomes a show-stopper when it snows-I manage it for the rare day when the lines of the branches become amplified.
There’s an old-fashioned glass conservatory up the street, and
one of Seattle’s great pleasures is to visit a tropical garden surrounded by a white landscape. Last week I visited a showing of Georgian silver in the art museum of a city to the south, and the snowscape feels much like the magnificent reflections of the best silversmithing.
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