On an otherwise calm & peaceful morning,
while the foghorn lowed in the distance
and I began the slow process of shaking off the mantle of sleep,
this was happening in the garden ...
Until this morning, I hadn't considered that *white* could be
but it's all a matter of context really. Like a lot of my presumptions about this color [non-color?]
my thoughts are are not what they used to be.
The ribes is called 'White Icicles' and the evergreen clematis is 'Snowdrift,'
classic naming examples by plant breeders who know how to capitalize
on a species' horticultural assets and encourage us to buy their plants when they are not in bloom.
Anticipation is a beautiful thing.