Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, these plants were favorites for painting war paint on cheeks and other childish outdoor behaviors. Visitors see them in the garden and feel compelled to tell me all about the yard at the house where they grew up. They stroke the leaves and go all misty-eyed about this magic part of their childhood. I understand. The same thing happens to me when sphinx moths hover at honeysuckle blossoms in the early evening. Are there plants that evoke powerful childhood memories for you? My sons are probably more sentimental about the Seinfeld Jujyfruit episode.
|JujyFruits at the movie concession counter?|
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