On a January morning, a rhododendron can look as if it has lost its nerve. Yesterday the leaves were broad, glossy, and almost tropical in their confidence. Today they hang like narrow green cigars, each one drooping from the twig and curled along its length as if the whole shrub has tightened itself against the cold. It is an alarming…
In December, a garden becomes very honest. The flowers have stopped covering weak structure. Herbaceous stems have collapsed or turned to seed. Deciduous trees have taken their color down to bark, bud, and branch. Then the evergreens begin to look almost improbable: pine, spruce, yew, holly, boxwood, rhododendron, juniper. They stand in the cold with leaves still attached, as if…
