As I’ve mentioned before, Bamboo Autumn is the expression for, well, Bamboo Spring. Now that the grove is looking more like a forest, the effect of the leaf-fall is even more autumnal. For the first time since I began twenty years ago, I’m able to look across a golden floor, especially in the mornings.
The boom season has stalled just a little because of a week’s dry heat, but, as predicted, the spring equinox is forcing up new adult sized shoots through the mat. This is what we wait for. This is the part of bamboo cultivation that thrills.
Like a chick hatching, isn’t it?