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“December man looks through the snow
to let eleven brothers know They're all a little older” ![]() |
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![]() ![]() ![]() As much as I disliked the instant ancient plastic planters during the growing season, they look right and good with winter arrangements. Aside from looks though, the synthetics now have a decided edge over terra cotta or glazed pottery pots: they won’t crack or shatter. I have a tall vase-shaped glazed pot in my garden at home that is too heavy for me to bring inside for the winter, so I emptied the soil, filled it with Styrofoam chunks, and will hope for the best. Still on pots: the Ottoman Garden has a collection of planter pots each large enough to hold its own in a mall or city plaza. They’re not made of plastic or terra cotta or glazed pottery. I thought maybe they were made of iron. This morning I noticed a small impress at the bottom of the planters that identifies them: Longshadow Planters, Pomona, Illinois. Like vintage wines, each planter is dated. The ones I looked at were all made in 2002. ![]() What I thought was iron is actually a material called “dry cast limestone” that Longshadow says “offers the texture, appearance and durability of carved limestone at a fraction of the cost.” From what I read elsewhere, “dry cast limestone” stone is a mix of Portland cement, finely ground limestone, and a little water. Then this pasty mix is packed or sprayed into molds. Finally, the molds are removed and the planters are finished by hand. Think Pringles stacked potato chips. The planters that the Longshadows team takes from their molds are all pearly white. The planters in the botanical garden must have been given a wash that gives them a rusted iron look. According to Longshadows, all their planters are “frost-proof and suitable for all-season exterior use.” During the growing season “the thick porous walls . . . keep the roots of the plants cool and moist, allowing lush growth.” The Longshadows website has several pictures of planters used to line the entrances and sidewalks of a posh downtown hotel. The planters at the hotel are a natural white though. Now I have a good reason to get downtown for Sunday brunch. ![]() ![]() I checked further and found that the dyes used on poinsettias come from a company in suburban New York City that makes a line of ten “Fantasy Colors” for dyeing poinsettias. The dyes are mixed with grain alcohol and then sprayed, painted, drizzled, or dripped on white or light colored poinsettia bracts. The company, Fred C. Gloeckner Company, even has an online recipe book for using “Fantasy Colors” to make poinsettias that are guaranteed to turn the stomach of a seasonal traditionalist. Understandably, the Fred Gloeckner Company has a different view: “Fantasy colors, along with our glitter attract attention, create excitement, and most importantly provide an opportunity to raise the price point of poinsettias to a much needed higher level. Poinsettias do not need to be a commodity anymore it’s an opportunity to generate greater profits!” O.K., but I draw the line at the “Fantasy Confetti Effect” in Gloeckner’s recipe manual. Using ten colors on one white poinsettia goes too far. ![]() Among the more traditional poinsettias, two varieties stood out for me: ‘Kris Krinkle’ and ‘Visions of Grandeur.’ ‘Kris Krinkle is bright red with bracts that pucker like seersucker. ‘Visions of Grandeur’ has large ivory colored bracts that look as though they had a peachy pink wash applied. Not surprisingly, both are recent introductions of the Paul Ecke Ranch, the California breeder and producer of the most of the poinsettias in the world. ![]() ![]() We are among the half million or so people still without power after an ice storm passed through here on Thursday. It began with rain, then changed to sleet, and finally to freezing rain. This Saturday morning there a bit of snow on the ground but most of white comes from a crunchy layer of ice. Without electricity to nudge our furnace on, we’ve been without heat for two days now. With our indoor temperatures in the low 50s, we’ve come to the botanical garden (where there is still heat and light) to walk and then to linger long in the garden café over coffee and sweets. I’ve couldn’t resist taking dozens of pictures of the ice-drenched landscape. Sunlight and ice combine to make this a morning I’ll not soon forget. Click here to see some of what I saw. |
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