On Lijiang road on an Autumn day. I met her first and knew. That her dark hair would weave a snare. That I might one day rue. I saw the danger, yet I walked Along the enchanted way And I said let grief be a falling leaf. At the dawning of the day
Cuttings of Lijiang rd available here in June. Patricia gave me budwood of this one two years ago. To say its a vigorous grower is a understatement .