The bamboo arrived from Portland this week. Cramped and crushed in a too-small container--like the immigrants they are--the plants have a new home.
These plants are runners. Their roots will shoot far and wide underground (unless you dig a trench and surroud them with metal). The plants had burst through their plastic containers like little superheroes stretching in the morning.
Among the runners was one clumper. Bamboo either runs or clumps, much like people. The clumper is a gorgeous baby with reddish stems and feathery leaves. She now lives in acidic soil near the rhododendren and my neighbor's enormous evergreen.
I used to be a runner, but now I clump. Which are you?