Boxwood
- Subject: Boxwood
- From: "Tiede, Karen E" k*@eds.com
- Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 07:12:55 -0400
My elementary school childhood was full of field trips to the big colonial
mansions--Williamsburg, Mount Vernon, Monticello. Full of brick walls and
boxwood hedges. Something about the way the brick contains the heat and
aroma. Must have been a happy time for me... Not all varieties of boxwood
have as much of the smell; I think it's the slowest growing English (?) that
is the most potent. The faster-growing varieties (which is, I realize, like
timing turtles) aren't quite as strong.
(Then again, I happen to get a flash of "happy" from the smell of a paper
plant, which I'm sure would leave me if I spent much more time around those
plants. We met Dad-come-back-from-Vietnam in Savannah, by the paper plant
(that used to be) there; also visited my uncle, who was a plant chemist at a
paper plant in South Africa. Good memories.)
Smell is the strangest sense that way. Proust sure had it right.
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