Maybe twenty-five years ago, I sat next to a venerable and elegantly-dressed gentleman at a garden-related dinner party and admired the sprig of boxwood in his lapel, its tiny dark green leaves edged and dipped irregularly in creamy white. I asked him for its name, Buxus sempervirens ‘Elegantissima,’ he replied. He said it grew in his garden, and I immediately wanted this unusual (to me) boxwood in mine. Shortly thereafter I found and planted a tiny rooted cutting, which is now a presence in our small yellow garden, having grown to a height of about six feet. It adds a lively light touch to the garden. We do not protect it this time of year and, so far, it has survived all the vagaries of winter weather. I love to cut long inside branches of it for winter bouquets, and in this way I give it an annual pruning as we are supposed to do to bring more light and air into the center of the bush.