I’ve been listening to a lot of Bing Crosby lately, a hazard of the season I guess.
One of the benefits of living in Germany is encountering Christmas legends in their natural state. Prior to crossing the pond, I’d only seen mistletoe in captivity, fully plasticized and hanging lifeless but green from the light fixture in my Mom’s and Dad’s front hallway.
Mistletoe grows all over the place here. I saw some up close for the first time a week ago at the Munchener Freiheit Christmas Market, for sale and still clinging to some poor tree’s severed limb. I am pleased to announce that the plastic stuff is a reasonable facsimile of the real thing.
Here’s an entire Website (www.mistletoe.org.uk) dedicated to the stuff, plus a mistletoe blog (here’s a sample):
Talking of mistletoe sales I had a quick look at the Gloucester Farmers Market today … Actually I was more interested in the Gooseberry Wine and the organic beef – one can sometimes have a bit too much mistletoe…
Oh lordie, I love the British.
All this is courtesy of Jane Perrone’s organic gardening blog.