Today I talked for forty minutes or more, thirty of them accompanied by a bang-up slide presentation I'd made, to the Aphasia Support Group at Thom's (now "Care Partners"). The embedded movies didn't work, because I had to show it from a quick CD, but the people liked it anyway. This was my day off before end of the year meetings and it was fittingly a non-work project.
The bamboo is not a part of the show. It's from the front yard, where Caleb's thoughtful root divisions are beginning to hint of a return of John Wyndham's triffids. (If you're not over fifty you probably don't remember the triffids. Too bad for you. But just imagine tall, willowy, swaying, moving green plant things moving into your neighborhood.0
Bamboo is interesting in its contradictions: graceful, feathery tops that sway in the wind; light, rustly leaves, and trunks of green Kevlar. Mattell Tough Stuff. Green steel.
Call in the flute makers! Reserve your fishing pole now! It's in its last days in MY yard.