Smart Red
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Getting away from the fennel, huh?
I only have one plant from the many house plants Dad had. He had given me a cutting of his hoya when he took it down after some dozen years climbing around his classroom windows. I remember teasing him that my little plant flowered and his larger one never flowered again. Ask anyone and you'll find it is my most prized house plant.
When Dad died, my mother refused to give or share Dad's plants with me until she killed them all (probably with the kindness of too much water).
Dad used to wonder how I could remember the Latin names of so many of my plants. Then one year he invited us to see his new flower bed. As we admired his work he rattled off the names - Latin and common - of each and every plant with amazing accuracy. This went on for several years -- Dad recalling the names of every plant in the garden - until the year my brother and sister painted the house.
Dad went out to show his knowledge of his garden and was stunned to find the flower names he had written on the house had been painted over. Nope, except for his glads he couldn't remember which was what and where it was planted.
Just can't call it a garden without some glads in memory of Dad.
Bronze fennel, huh? I have some seeds in my seed trade stash. I'll have to give them a try this year. Even if I don't use much, they are great for butterflies.
I only have one plant from the many house plants Dad had. He had given me a cutting of his hoya when he took it down after some dozen years climbing around his classroom windows. I remember teasing him that my little plant flowered and his larger one never flowered again. Ask anyone and you'll find it is my most prized house plant.
When Dad died, my mother refused to give or share Dad's plants with me until she killed them all (probably with the kindness of too much water).
Dad used to wonder how I could remember the Latin names of so many of my plants. Then one year he invited us to see his new flower bed. As we admired his work he rattled off the names - Latin and common - of each and every plant with amazing accuracy. This went on for several years -- Dad recalling the names of every plant in the garden - until the year my brother and sister painted the house.
Dad went out to show his knowledge of his garden and was stunned to find the flower names he had written on the house had been painted over. Nope, except for his glads he couldn't remember which was what and where it was planted.
Just can't call it a garden without some glads in memory of Dad.
Bronze fennel, huh? I have some seeds in my seed trade stash. I'll have to give them a try this year. Even if I don't use much, they are great for butterflies.
