The word I heard….
I hadn’t seen one, just heard the name.
Then I saw the written word somewhere: Anemone.
Kinda like the first time I saw the word “Cotoneaster” and called it a “Cotton Easter” shrub — to the amusement of experienced gardeners nearby. One of them explained: “It’s an aster. Cotone aster.”
Yeah, sure. But in my mind, it’s still “Cotton Easter”.
What can I say? People like me hail from a strange planet.
Which may explain why we can’t cook or bake or knit.
Or make nice floral arrangements.
But I digress.
The anemone flower, a member of the buttercup family, has magical origins.
If you believe the old legends, anyway.
And you should…. if you’re a gardener.
Because I understand that gardeners are really magicians and witches, and that if you see them in the moonlight — at exactly one minute after midnight — you’ll notice that their fingers are an…
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