Wednesday, February 04, 2009
My Mom's old neighbor had a beautiful wall-trained Pyracantha espalier.
Some strain of madness* evidently struck the new occupant. He cut it all down, while it was full of berries.
Mom rescued a few branches for display.
*Rhodophobia, the fear of the color red?
This is not the first time I've wished for a Big Book of Phobias. The internet can't find me a word that means fear of berries. Or fear of thorns, though I'm almost certain those words must exist.
P.S. Go visit the Festival of the Trees, if you haven't already.