We had a week or two of clear bright cold (well, down to -3°C or so) weather; each morning each leaf was limned frost-white.
I seem to have a firm recollection that when we bought this excellent Pacific-Northwest native—we have it both front and back of the house—it was sold under the name “Kinnick-kinnick”. But when I went to look it up on the Net, that name led to endless ads for “Native American consciousness-enhancing smoking mixtures”. So, defrost it and smoke it for a good time, I guess; all I can say is that it’s a damn fine ground cover for this kind of climate.
