Leaf of the day: The Snakewood Tree

It seems this is the worst day of the year for low spirits, the euphoria of Christmas and New Year is over and for some, the unwelcome return to work, school, routine etc. I however am glad it is all over and I look forward to spring, which is my favourite time of year. In tribute I spent some time today spring cleaning my computer, in between reading about Joseph Stella and Charles Burchfield and thinking about some big leaves to draw. I am totally engrossed in the books. Burchfield’s story is particularly interesting. His diary entries are so poignant revealing his struggle, both to survive as an artist, and to cope with his own melancholy nature. More soon.
I have had some Snakewood Tree leaves here for a few weeks now and they are just gorgeous. If there is a Snakewood Tree nearby, you would probably see the pale curled fallen leaves before noticing the tree itself. This one is Cecropia peltata. The palmate leaves are big, the one I have here on the desk is 25 inches from top to toe, with 11 leaflets which curl up into fantastic ribbed shapes as they dry. Their outer surface turns pale grey/brown while the inside of the leaf remains a chocolate brown.

They also have these wonderful prop roots which give the impression that the tree is poised to move, just when your back is turned.

As trees they are interesting, useful and, I think, beautiful. They are used medicinally for all manner of complaints, the young shoots can be eaten and the handsome leaves sometime used as sandpaper…but no time for more research today.

I had been looking at these leaves for the last few days, not feeling quite up to the challenge. Drawing or painting them in detail is not a quick job. I made a couple of small sketches to encourage myself. One problem is to find just one angle that lends itself to a 2 dimensional piece. When you have one in your hand you endlessly turn it around to trace the twists and turns. Some are so contorted that they lose their leaf like characteristics and appear like the sloughed skin of a strange reptile. I will want to keep the leafiness of it.
There is also a sketch of the roots I made at the Gardens last week.
Roots, trunks and bark texture, are some of the “bigger”subjects I want to explore now. The variety of pattern and textures are infinite. Quite how I will do this I am not sure. Probably a combination of working from life and from photographs. I hope to go sketching tomorrow at Leu to look at these roots again.

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Snakewood Tree Sketches

Leaf of the Day: Little Kurrajong…and toothache..

I was not sure if I would be doing a drawing today as most of the day was spent at the dentist..well 2 dentists to be precise. So in the gap between one and the other I drew this pretty leaf to try to take my mind off the complete horror that is my normal dentist experience.

I have now found 3 enclaves of Aussie plants at Leu. This Little Kurrajong or Rusty Kurrajong Brachychiton bidwillii is side by side with the tea oil tree, and the very strange Firewheel tree and a couple more eucalypts, one with the beautiful rainbow coloured bark. You would not find these too easily as they are by a fence and need some clambering and spider defying to reach.
The young leaf that I have drawn is covered with fine orangy coloured hairs which no doubt contributes to its ‘rusty’ name. Apparently most forms of Brachychiton bidwillii drop their leaves before flowering and as the tree ages the flowers appear in bunches of up to 50, sprouting directly from the trunk, as well as normally on the twigs and branches.
All these wonderful photos are from TopTropicals.com here where I go so often for information and images.

And look at these marvellous pods. The tree at Leu is very small and perhaps is not planted in the best place because I have never seen either flowers or pods, but maybe next year.

The whole family of Brachychiton are very interesting and very varied, with pretty flowers, here the Brachychiton populneus, Kurrajong, Bottle Tree,

and with fabulously shaped trunks, as in the Brachychiton rupestris Queensland Bottle Tree, similar to the gout plant.

I found several references explaining that the name Brachychiton is from the Greek, brachys, ‘short’ and chiton, ‘a tunic’, a reference to the coating on the seed? I am not quite sure how this fits so hope to find a seed.
The bidwillii of the name is after John Carne Bidwill an English botanical collector of the 1840 – 1850 period and man of many talents and responsibilities who amongst other things became a director of the Sydney Botanical Garden for a while. He met a grim and untimely death, “in 1851, while marking out a new road to the Moreton Bay district, Bidwill became separated from his colleagues and was lost without food for eight days. He eventually succeeded in cutting a way through the scrub with a pocket hook, but never properly recovered from starvation, and died on 16 March 1853 at Tinana at 38 years of age.”
Info from Wiki
here

I can testify, emphatically, that drawing as a cure for toothache does not work (as I found for whole of the last week). I returned from the various dentists without any more holes drilled in my jaw for now, but with yet more antibiotics, which will make me nauseous, and a painkiller that would floor an elephant. I somehow don’t think that is an end to it ..sigh… If I were made of tougher stuff, like those true early settlers I would forgo the pills and potions and be chewing on a leaf from the Toothache Tree, which I first saw over near Tarpon Springs. I know the exact location of the one at Leu, its name tag has been uncovered during the recent cleaning and tidying. That’s where I am going tomorrow…
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Little Kurrajong Leaf

Leaf of the Day: Lemon Eucalyptus

I seldom see the overflow car park used at Leu but today the post Christmas crowds were out in force. I think more because it was a free morning and “something to do with the kids”, than a sudden great outpouring of interest and affection for the natural world, but it was the perfect morning for a garden walk. Many people are here on holiday from the frozen north and they look in wonder at the citrus trees hanging with fruit, the giant pummelos, the beautiful butterflies, the roses and the just opening camellias.
I went to look specifically at more of the Australian plants and to find out exactly which eucalyptus the beautiful white trunks belonged to. They are Lemon Eucalyptus Eucalyptus citriodora.


3 Lemon Eucalyptus at Leu Gardens

They are beautiful immensely tall trees with all the branches clustered at the crown so no chance of taking a leaf without shinning up 50 ft or more. However there were some old fallen branches and after ferreting around in all the debris at the foot of the trees I found a cluster of the little urn shaped seed pods. They are much much smaller than the big bloodwood pods from last week and of course the leaves from this mature trees are the characteristic elongated shape. When not old and twisted and broken like the ones I have drawn the leaves are a beautiful sickle shape.
The white trunks have bark so snug fitting it looks like tight skin, wrinkled at the joints and there are several strange pock marks above the branch scars. I have no idea what they are.

The lemon scented oil from the leaves is steam distilled and used as an insect repellent although I didn’t particularly notice a lack of mosquitoes around the trees. It will have small white spidery flowers in panicles.

Here are a few words about the Lemon Eucalyptus from Stanford University’s online “Encyclopedia of Trees, Shrubs and Vines”. More here

The tall trunk, with no branches at all up to a substantial height, leaves a detectable record of bygone branches in the form of dimples and pimples on the otherwise smooth trunk. As a branch becomes shaded from sunlight as a result of growth in height, abscissic acid (a plant hormone), causes a brittle zone to form at the trunk. Wind then breaks the branch off cleanly. Research on abscissic acid has received military support aimed at defoliating forests. ( hmmm!)
Gum tree leaves vary a lot in smell when you crush and sniff them because the mix of oils varies from one species to the next, but with the lemon-scented gum the oil is virtually pure citronellal, known as a germicide and mosquito repellent, but with a marvelous aroma for humans. Occasional juvenile leaves can be found near ground level that have a visibly rough undersurface made up of tiny projections containing lemon oil. After you feel the sandpaper-like texture, smell your fingers! Onlookers are astonished by the fragrance; you can put these leaves in your gin and tonic!
(that’s better!)

The drawing is of some tatty dried leaves with small bit of twig stuck onto one leaf and some old gumnuts. Sadly these old leaves neither smell of lemon nor are they suitable for my sparkling glass of G & T.

For much more Euclyptus info do visit Gustavo’s excellent site Eucalyptologics
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Lemon Eucalyptus and Pods

Leaf of the Day: Boxing Day Bloodwood Gumnuts

Early on a sunny Boxing day morning all was quiet at the Gardens. There is only one day in the whole year that you cannot visit Leu Gardens and that is Christmas Day. For an hour I had the place to myself and with no plan, just walked amongst my now familiar friends, a time to reflect on almost one year of the blog and plan for the next. There have to be some changes, some developments but quite what, I am not sure. The best aid to thinking, for me, is to get on and do something else, so while mulling over my artistic endeavours I took a slightly different path from normal and came across a couple of new trees, and, to my great delight, a new pod.

I could see this tree had had flowers but way up high, much higher than my normal sight line, and not many of them judging by the number of pods, but when I saw the pictures of these wonderfully strange flower heads I was cross with myself for missing them.

Image and more info from Euclid, Australian Eucalypts website. here

This is the Australian Bloodwood, Corymbia ptychocarpa, from the Greek, ptychos, a fold or cleft and carpos, fruit referring to the ribbed buds and fruit. “Bloodwoods” are so called because of the dark red liquid exuded from a wounded trunk. There are 99 species of Corymbias which include the Red and Yellow Bloodwoods,the Ghost Gums and Spotted Gums. All are members of the Eucalypts and I had thought the pods of this one might have that wonderful eucalyptus scent but it seems not, and neither do the big glossy leaves.

These handsome trees are common in northern and western Australia and seem to grow quite happily in the southern USA too. There are quite a few Australian species at Leu, most promising wonderfully exotic flowers that I have yet to see. I am sad to say the Silky Hakea is not recovering..however, I do have 3 little seedling which are clinging onto life.

With half my mind on future plans, this a slightly absent minded drawing of three bloodwood pods, usually known as gumnuts, and a leaf. On one of the pods I could see the tantalising remains of the flower. The leaf is a lovely pale green with a central red vein and stem.

*** UPDATE JUNE 2009: Thanks to Gustavo at Eucalyptologics for the link and the drawings looks great on your site!!.. This is THE site for everything eucalyptus. see also comment below.
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Swamp Bloodwood Pods and Leaf

Leaf of the Day: More Scribbly Drawings and a “Jammy Mouth”

Today got off to a bad start due to an encounter with a self righteous jogger and dog. She, Lycra clad, expensive jogging clothes, heart monitor, bouncing ponytail, was on the wrong side of the cycle path. Perfect pedigree pet on leash, was on the other. So where do I go? She imperiously pointed me to edge of the wrong side of the path and shouted “get over”… I, struggling to get bike out of the grass was too amazed at such rudeness to say anything .. but have seethed about it all day.
Thinking I would have some tranquil calming moments in the Garden was a mistake as I had forgotten Thursdays are mowing and leaf blowing days and today there were school trips and a wedding. I did find a really nice, tucked away spot to draw and then was besieged by mosquitoes, so moved on from there to eventually make some more sketches of trees (and plan my jogger revenge).
The watersoluble pencil I had yesterday was not up to much, this one today is a little bit darker which is better because I can work more quickly. They are very handy for sketching when you need a bit of tone without the fuss of paint.
I was saying yesterday that if people are not painters they often find scribbly drawings hard to respond to and I dread being asked to show people my sketchbooks. Today a very nice lady asked to see what I was doing. Oh dear.. I could see the disappointment on her face as she looked at my sketches. The only one that got a spark was the drawing of the house from yesterday. She was thankful there was something she could recognise. She looked at me so kindly and in such a concerned manner, like a mother indulging a child’s first terrible pottery ashtray, I was sorry I had not come up to scratch. We wished each other a very happy Christmas. Ah well…

A Moringa tree,

Unidentified deciduous tree ….

The very tall Hedge Cactus.

The big Duncan Grapefruit tree, heavy with fruit and a beautiful shape both from this angle..

and from this angle too…

And the wonderful cactus which is growing in a head-shaped pot looking like some wild botanical Medusa.

Yesterday’s little spider was still there today so I now have a better photo of my own. On Tuesday I had seen this little flower but the plant is very small with only a few blooms, so I could not take one to draw. Today however, two had fallen on the ground, so I took the opportunity to make three little studies of the Ruttya fruticosa.

Labelled as the Hummingbird Flower, and in profile these little 2 inch long flowers really do look like hummingbirds, but also delightfully called the Jammy Mouth or Rabbits Ears. I hope the drawings and my, for once, decent photo explain why. The nectar rich flowers are attractive to birds, bees and butterflies and, I presume hummingbirds.. do they get confused though? The plant is native to Africa and is only a tiny thing at Leu but will grow to a shrubby three foot bush with these very sweet little flowers, also in yellow… (I am still planning my jogger revenge, if I see her tomorrow I am going to shout “Jammy Mouth” at her…that’ll teach her)
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Jammy Mouth or Hummingbird Flower

Leaf of the Day:More Tea, Lovely Bees..and the Untrustworthy Orchid

I spent a few hours today at the Gardens taking slightly different routes. With all the clearing of undergrowth and general tidying up, some of the usually overgrown parts are accessible and today I found some new trees and went “off path” by the lake shore and in amongst the trees in the South Woods. If you don’t venture off path you will miss things like the Midnight Horror tree, the Wax Jambu, and one of yesterday’s finds the Looking Glass Tree. When/if I have more time I will draw my own map of the gardens, but here is a shot from the wonderful Google Earth (don’t you just love to fly around the world with them!).

It makes the Gardens look so neat and compact that it is hard to believe that almost every week I find the odd lost person, looking for the exit. But there are 50 acres and over 3 miles of paths.
So today I wandered from top right to top left all along the shore and then down to bottom left in amongst the many winding paths of the South Woods, which are just visible amongst the trees. You can understand why I am there so long, especially as I am stopping to look at everything as I go. The formal Rose Garden shows so clearly here in the centre here but is somewhere I seldom visit.

So, short of time today, just a couple more drawings of the lovely tea plant and two photos from today with the bees with the tea flowers. They were so busy they didn’t even notice me.

I am very very fond of bees.
Given the very worrying recent decline in their numbers I feel we should all have a hive in the back garden. My parents kept bees. Not only are they wonderful and endearing creatures, they are vital to our planet’s well being and ours too. Without their tireless pollination a third of our food crops would die, to say nothing of the wild flowers and trees that the animals rely on. To be without them is unthinkable. Here is an extract from the recent book “A World Without Bees” by Alison Benjamin & Brian McCallum, who were looking into the causes of the decline in the bee population. Partly to blame in America may be the factory farming attitude to commercial bee keeping where bees are shipped by the lorry load to pollinate crops all over the country.

“They are driven thousands of miles on the backs of huge trucks from the far corners of the United States, their hives stacked five-high. Half of all the 2.5 million honeybee colonies in the US make this annual cross-country trek from as far afield as Massachusetts in the east and Florida in the south.

They are even flown in from Australia to boost the numbers for the pollination task. It’s hard not to see an analogy with other migrant workers and their plight.

The writers compare this with their own back garden hive;

This intensive, migratory beekeeping is a far cry from the hobby we pursue in our small back garden in south London. The only move for our bees was from the apiary where we collected them to the spot by the wall where their hive has sat for a couple of years. From this sheltered location, they happily forage from spring right through to the end of autumn for nectar and pollen among the parks, gardens, railway sidings and tree-lined roads that dot the Battersea landscape. In the process they make enough honey to keep us and them well fed throughout the year.

There is something magical about watching your bees return home after a hard day’s foraging on a balmy summer evening. For many urban apiarists who work all day in an office, they are an antidote to the stresses of city life. Creating a rural idyll in a corner of a housing estate was our small way of trying to reconnect with nature. It fulfilled something we knew was missing from our lives, a feeling we couldn’t quite put our finger on, but is now being termed “nature-deficit disorder”.

You can read more of the extract from the book here and I will be back with more bee related things next week.

This morning I happened to glance at the orchid and suddenly there behind my back with no warning or fanfare was a open flower. It was still tightly wrapped yesterday. I just knew this would happen. I am going to be away for 2 days and by the time I get back the wretched thing will no doubt have opened up completely, my opportunity for some flower-opening sketches missed. Untrustworthy indeed and I know I am not the only one who thinks orchids are a bit suspect.
I am away for two days.. we are having a weekend break to see the sea.. yippee…
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Tea Camellia, Flower and Pod

Leaf of the Day: My Orchid Flower Buds

Today I decided to draw the flower buds of the orchid, I do hope it manages to survive. I would like to make a series of drawing of the flowers. I have a suspicion that now I have “noticed” it and am giving it some care and attention, it might just turn up its toes. Like my paintings some of my plants are are better left alone. This particular plant seems to have spent most of the summer trying to escape its pot and the other one has embedded its rather strange snaky roots in the wall.

I have never been quite sure about orchids. My memories of them from years ago in the UK are of rather waxy lifeless things that were imported in their glass tube stem holders for weddings or other “occasions” But seeing them growing here in the wild has changed my mind and having encountered a few different varieties now I am beginning to understand the obsession that overtakes some growers. With over 20,000 different wild varieties there are plenty to collect. I do still find them rather sinister and I am not entirely sure why. Perhaps it’s because those strange little “faces” have a watchful air about them. But there is definitley an appeal and I am fascinated by the long slender flower buds of this variety, the longest is 3 inches long.

Recently I have been reading “The Plant Hunters” by Tyler Whittle, an interesting history of those brave, intrepid and sometimes seemingly insane men and women who travelled all over the world looking for rare species. He recounts how the famous but particularly bandit prone, orchid hunter, Benedict Roezl, narrowly escaped death.
In his seach for new species he travelled extensively and travelled light, so much so that
one band of Mexican bandits appeared to be so exasperated to find that he had barely anything except his horse, his clothes and bundles and bundles of weeds that some of them were inclined to cut his throat. The knives were out when the chief held up his hand and bade them reconsider. Could this weed collector be sane. They eyed each other. It was bad luck to cut the throats of lunatics. If a man was so crazed as to wander the countryside gathering flowers and grasses and bits of trees he must surely be under the eye of God. This anyway was their happy conclusion and being in need of good luck at that time they cheerfully let Roezl go, piously crossed themselves and rode off to rob someone else.”

I am bearing this in mind now as I brave the bandit infested streets of Winter Park on my trips to and from the Gardens. It is comforting to know that my (mild) lunacy and back pack full of twigs and leaves may save me from the gun toting criminals…or is that slightly optimistic?
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Orchid Buds

Leaf of the Day: Quince

It has not been the best start to December as today my wonderful little Sony Vaio laptop died. It has been everywhere with me, surviving my very cavalier treatment of all things mechanical, back packing in some very bizarre tropical locations and many many airline trips. It was early in the morning when it refused to reboot and after a moment of feeling bereft and forlorn I suddenly felt liberated.. no email, no research, no radio, no blog, no skype, freeeeeedom!

So what did I do? I went out, looked around at the world and remembered the time I refer to fondly as BC (before computers). I am not sure it was better but some aspects of life were less pressured. Perhaps though, it tied people down to one place more, I certainly would not have moved abroad willingly and sold my 1500 books if the Internet had not existed and now freelancers had the option of working from many different parts of the world with much greater ease.
However Chris has got me a stand-in now, so after the small delightful hiccough I am back to my task master blog.

My liberation only went as far as the computer and it was not really enough of an excuse to stop drawing. This week I have to get the next submission piece done for the course,so this weeks posts may be boring, short and repetitive. The deadline has come so quickly and I still haven’t decided which fruit to paint as a “finished” piece and it has to be in the post next Monday. Am I enjoying the course? In parts I am and I need deadlines to stop myself sliding into indolence and sloth so for that alone I will continue. I am not sure how much I am learning but that is something hard to evaluate, probably until the end of the course.

So today I drew a quince. Cydonia oblonga,
It’s a large rather ungainly looking fruit with definite shoulders. There is much to say about the quince. The magical fruit that turns red when cooked. An ancient fruit whose use has been recorded in Roman cookery books and whose cultivation may predate apples.

A favourite still life by Juan Sanchez Cotan the Spanish priest and painter “Still Life with Quince, Cabbage, Melon and Cucumber” 1602. This style of hanging fruit to make pleasing compositions has been much copied since but aside from aesthetic composition, the very practical reason for hanging fruit in the 17th century was in order to keep it fresh. It is a very beautiful contemplative painting.

We ate the delicious dulce de membrillo with manchego cheese in Spain, but my only experience of it the UK, apart from growing the pretty Chinese japonica, Chaenomeles japonica, was from the much loved “Owl and the Pussycat”


Lear’s lovley little sketch.

They dined on mince and slices of quince
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon. “

Dining on the unknown quince sounded so exotic and was much more a source of wonder to me than the runcible spoon. But was the quince cooked? The variety I have here would have to be cooked. Lear in his extensive Mediterranean travels would have certainly come across quince and he also went to the Middle East where there is a variety which is eaten raw, or perhaps the Owl and the Pussycat had slices of the Spanish membrillo with their honey?
There is so much more to write about the quince and no time left.
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Quince

Leaf of the Day: The Hysterical Lime

At last today I went back to the Gardens, where life continues, immune to the coughs and colds of us mere mortals. It has been two weeks. I was not missed by the plants, they have done very well without me, better than I have done without them. It was lovely to see them all again.

I had one mission today and one only .. to look for the Kaffir lime.
It was almost the last citrus I looked at and found it with the help of my good friend Pedro. I couldn’t quite remember the Latin name hence the “hysterical lime”, but we did eventually find it, confusingly labelled as the Mauritius Papeda, but they are one and the same thing.
This is Citrus hystrix, Kaffir limes are also known as Kieffer limes, Thai limes, porcupine lime or wild limes, and are a fundamental ingredient in Asian cooking particularly in Thai curries.


I took this rather too contrasty image of the little lime today at Leu. You can just see the tiny pale spots on the leaves which hold the beautiful aromatic oil.

There were two reasons for looking for this lime, firstly it is a fruit and fits in with my task for the course and secondly because I have recently been corresponding with Patrick Gozon from the Philippines who has revived one of his blogs to write about his native trees.
Lately I have been doing my graduate thesis on the use of Philippine native trees and shrubs in landscape architecture. I have found that our native flora is as interesting as any other plants from other parts of the world. ”
He writes very informative and interesting accounts of the trees and his quests to find native species and keep them going.
http://www.pinoytrees.blogspot.com/.

I am particularly interested in the Filipino flora because my best garden friend and mentor, Pedro, is from the Philippines and tells me so much about his beautiful country. He was delighted to learn of someone caring for and trying to preserve the native plants.

Patrick suggested that I look into the Kaffir lime particularly in respect of the leaves, after we has been discussing the little Calamondin orange which I had drawn back in March here. The leaf, as well as being an essential for cooking is a hourglass shape, almost like one leaf split in two and the Spanish for the Kaffir lime is hoja de ocho figure of eight leaf.

One of Patrick’s posts is about places in the Philippines that were named after plants. I particularly like the one about the disappearing saint which was always found in the same tree, but here is the one about the Citrus hystrix.
“Cabuyao in Laguna was named after the Kabuyaw tree or Citrus hystrix The town was formerly named Tabuko. But when a Spanish friar crossed the Bai lake (which is now Laguna de Bay), he landed in the town and immediately asked some women on the shore what the name of the place was. The women misunderstood the Spanish visitor and thought he was asking the name of the trees abundant near the shore, and they said kabuyaw. From then on the town of Tabuko became Cabuyao. But today, there are no full grown trees of kabuyaw in Cabuyao. I went on a field trip to find kabuyaw and saw only a lone tree in the town of Calauan but I heard that some could still be found in Mts. Makiling and Banahaw.

It made me think about how much we used to use trees to identify places, but that was in a time when people knew more about trees.

His current post is “Searching for the Elusive Samuyao”, which is
a dwarf citrus appearing like a cross between kalamondin (calamansi – Citrofortunella microcarpa) and makrut (kubot or kabuyaw – Citrus hystrix). In references, samuyao was described as a small shrub used by locals as a shampoo or conditioner. Literary verses in Cebuano would carry romantic tones like ‘ her hair smelled of samuyao scent’.

This little lime I have here is so beautifully aromatic. If you press your fingernail into the rind the aroma is lemony and menthol and so strong. These too were used for shampoo and general household cleaning. I read that one tree would keep a household clean and washed for a whole year. It’s absolutely gorgeous and I have spent the afternoon chewing a leaf too. It is grown primarily for these dark shiny green leaves that give a perfumed citrus flavour to soups curries or salads. The fruit do not have much juice but the zest is used (sparingly ), and slices of the fruit are sometimes served as a condiment.

More about this and other interesting citrus from Leu soon. I found every kind of quat.. kumquat, limequat, sunquat etc. There are many varieties of oranges, limes, pummellos, tangelos and grapefruit.( I didn’t realise the Latin name for grapefruit was Citrus paradisi..). There are Wampee and Yuzu bushes and the mysterious Etrog..all quite amazing and I couldn’t have imagined a nicer way to spend a cold-convalesceing day than mooching about a citrus grove in the sun.

So below, the beautiful leaf, this one twisted over at the top and one small hysterical lime ..:)..
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Kaffir Lime, Mauritus Papeda

Leaf of the Day: The Dancing Telegraph Plant

The weather is so changeable at the moment, one day a record high and the next a very chilly 20 degrees lower. Chris’ carambola folded up its leaves last night against the cold and has only made a half hearted attempt to unfold them all day, despite some bright sunshine.
I was reminded that in the fridge were some tiny leaves from the odd Telegraph plant, one that I think really fits into the “Novelty Border” of my Imaginary Garden.

It is labeled at the garden as Codariocalyx motorius. It is a leguminous Asian shrub and to be honest is nothing special to look at, until you look more closely and do a bit of reading up. It is native to tropical Asia and earns the name from its habit of rotating and jerking its leaves on their axes.
The plant at Leu is straggly and needs some TLC, but at the moment does have flowers and seedpods and these attractive long slender leaves. The leaves are attached to the stem in an odd way, almost jointed, both at the very base of the leaf and where the leaf joins the stem. This makes them floppy and quite unlike normal leaves. At the base of the leaves you can see a thickened patch which seems to have something to do with this process.

Darwin called the plant Hedysarum, it was also known as Desmodium gyrans and its other common names are Dancing Grass or the Semaphore plant. It moves in response to the sun, its smaller secondary leaves rotating rhythmically and it also seems to dance to music by responding to sound waves.

It was first described in 1779 by the Dutch physician and naturalist Maarten Houttuyn, who named it Hedysarum motorium. It fascinated Darwin who was attempting to study and explain the phenomenon of rapid movement in this and others plants, which he recorded in “The Power of Movement in Plants” published in 1880. He had started studying the telegraph plant some time before, having obtained a sample from his friend Sir Joseph Hooker who had collected specimens in the northeast Indian state of Sikkim. In 1873 Darwin wrote to Hooker
“Now I want to tell you, for my own pleasure, about the movements of Desmodium….The little leaflets never go to sleep, and this seems to me very odd; they are at their games of play as late as 11 o’clock at night and probably later.”


This beautiful image from “Missouri Botanical Garden Rare Books.”
Icones plantarum rariorum / editae Nicolao Josepho Jacquin. Volume 3
here

Darwin didn’t seem to notice the response to sound but thought the twitching reflex was in response to drops of water which he had sprayed on it, rather like shrugging off a cold shower.
However its afinity with music certainly seems to be well documented. Sarah Nell Davidson went out to Thailand to study this plant as part of her doctorate and arrived at the Adorn Sunshine Nursery where Dr. Predict Kampermpool grew his beloved Telegraph plant, which he had rescued from near obscurity.
Here is part of her very interesting article where she looks into this and other plant’s responses to music. More here

I remove my iPod from my backpack and attach a small microphone, which doubles as a tinny speaker. I select a track of Maria Callas—an operatic performance of Il Barbiere Di Siviglia accompanied by plenty of strings—and max out the volume.
The young leaves of the dancing plant begin to fulfill their promise, responding with a back-and-forth motion reminiscent of the ding-dong motions that mark passing seconds on a grandfather clock.

There is another wonderful account of a visit to Dr Kampermpool written by Christopher Kemp in 2003 which can be found here, entitled “The Dancing Plant”. It is a completely delightful read and a tribute to Dr Kampermpool and his quest to find and breed his dancing plant.

“The dancing plant grows unchecked in a secluded enclosure at the back of Kampermpool’s nursery, bursting from a brick trough filled with dark wet soil. Black netting hangs in folds overhead to block the sun’s harmful rays, and barbed wire prevents thieves from breaking in to the enclosure at night and stealing a prized sample of the plant. Surly workers kick halfheartedly at clumps of mud in the fields; bales of barbed wire bake in the sun. To the untrained eye, Kampermpool’s nursery looks more like a gulag.
Kampermpool doesn’t care. He cares only about his dancing plant. If a fire broke out tomorrow among the orchids, jumping steadily from trough to trough and advancing slowly, relentlessly, through the nursery, Dr. Pradit Kampermpool would think of only one thing: The Plant.
He would run selflessly through thick banks of smoke to raise the alarm, to build a firebreak with orchids, to take an emergency clipping of his dancing plant and store it in the damp safety of his mouth, to do something! … anything! … just to save it … save The Plant!
this morning at his nursery, it is not yet 7 o’clock, the sun is still low in the sky, and Kampermpool, who is 65, has already been up for hours, singing softly to his dancing plant. It responds to music, he says proudly. ” It dances, says Kampermpool defensively. “According to our experiments,” he says, “when we are using electronics it doesn’t work well. It likes humans, it likes musical instruments, but they have to be played by humans, my friend. If you sing a song composed by the king, it’s dancing better. This is very strange.”

There is much more lovely writing in the article, including an account of taking tea brewed from the plant which is “an excellent tea for antioxidants”… the writer thinks it smells like marijuanha.

I am still not quite clear why it moves its leaves or quite how. It seems there are special organs in the leaves called pulvini which pump proteins and water into the lateral leaflets which in turn cause the movement. I would need to do a lot more reading before I understand this plant.
It seems to make an attractive houseplant and will give dancing displays on a sunny windowsill. Somewhere I read it likes the Grateful Dead, others that it responded better to “muzak” than heavy rock. It seems music is a personal choice for plants too.

I had felt that “semaphore plant “rather than “telegraph plant” was much more apt until I read that the earliest form of telegraph was mechanical .. messages being sent through a series of shutters from town to town.

I am not sure if anyone has tried to interpret the semaphore signals of the this little dancing plant, but if you feel that you should have a go and need to brush up your semaphore, this chart will come in handy.

If you enjoy watching paint dry, go to Youtube and look for “dancing plant ” films. You will find some excruciatingly slow co-operation from some of the the leaves and a very funny Japanese video of a man “singing” to his plant in the hope of getting a response.. not much happens!

If you are more interested in high tech plant responses, have a look at the wired-up Blogging Plant called Midori-San in the Japanese cafe, telling us how it feels about being an Internet super star every day..( many many hits to choose from, one appropriately with video from the Telegraph, here )

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The Telegraph Plant