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Tuesday, 10 July 2007



Can you edit my comment to correct the spelling mistake, please?

Dark Puss recognised the poetic form (or at least thought he did!) and yes I am quite good at searching for things! I actually KNOW very little, but I remember where and how to find things out.

Congratulations on your puzzle, you are correct too. It was only last year the mystery as to how the anthocyanin molecule manifested itself in such different ways was fully solved. The original work which showed that anthocyanin was involved in both flowers was done in 1913-1915.

I will have to set a more challenging puzzle next time.

It sounds as though my learned friend has answered your question (he's on form today!).

Just as what goes on 'through the green baize door' determines the successful running of the house, so the garden depends on the hot houses, cold frames, etc. as Kipling says. They have a romance about them which transcends the purely utilitarian.
Did you ever see "Mr. Maidment's garden", designed by Stephen Woodhams and exhibited at Chelsea some years ago? Glasshouse which would once have been a powerhouse, but now in a state of dilapidation; so little left of what would have been so much.

Well done - did you know or did you use Google? And is the answer to your questions anthocyanins?

Your quotation is a Haiku from Matsuo Basho

Dark Puss poses you a challenge relating to garden flowers and colours:

Roses are red and cornflowers are blue - but what is the underlying connection between the sources of the distinctively different colours in these two plants?

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