As in baseball, there is no crying in gardening, unless you’re a weeping larch, in which case your tears are more than welcome. This is detail of the specimen I have growing in the side yard. While it looks like an evergreen, those leaves will actually turn bright coppery orange in the autumn, then fall to the ground in deciduous rapture. Right now, they are just beginning their star-like explosion of this soft shade of green. To touch, they are soft and feathery – the complete anti-thesis of a stiff traditional evergreen. I like the trickery in that.
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