It’s not even 8am and the helicopters are already circling overhead. Georgia Street is closing at noon in anticipation of the 5pm start of game 5 of the Stanley Cup finals. I intend to be nowhere near the masses. Setting up a viewing area in the garden would make an interesting combination of the anxiety of a must-win game and inner peace. Kind of like this very odd flower that has made an appearance in both the garden and in the front.
It hung out for a long time as a pod on a spindly stem. And then one day the pod started peeling back, and then soon after the separate stems and flowers open to reveal what I am now calling the fireworks flower. I want to oooh and aaahh. But I have no clue what sort of flower it really is.
I hope that the Canucks bring the fireworks tonight though.
There’s lots of work going on around here these days — around the garden but not quite in it (and that’s a good thing). The house is getting a paint job.
The bath room is getting a door.
But also there is a nice surprise coming up. I thought they were weeds. But they’re not. They’re:
these beautiful things. What are they?
One of the first mysteries of the garden was this:
what is it? a weed?
I had no idea what it was (it was a lot smaller when I started wondering). And then it started growing. And smelling. And the smell seemed familiar. And then I realized what the smell was: horseradish!
This was confirmed by this (shamelessly stolen from google images):
and this: .
I have a huge horseradish plant in my backyard. I have no idea how to harvest horseradish, other than digging and pulling up. And I don’t have much of an idea what to do with it once I manage to dig it up. But it is kind of neat to have horseradish in the backyard. Just in case. And is there anything to do with the greens?