Plants can connect us. When my mother was in her last year, she wanted to
give away her houseplants because she couldn't take care of them. That was
11 years ago and the single Sanseveria root I took is now a huge specimen
plants. When the middle school in which I worked decided to green up the
building, I took a cutting in and every time I saw the plant, I felt doubly
connected--one, to my mother, and two, to my mother-in-law because of the
common name of the plant--mother-in-law's tongue. When things got rough as
they can in a school, I found it comforting to see a bit of green from my
mother. Eugenia, zone 6, two towns west of Boston where the weather is
really mean and miserable today
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On Fri, 04 Apr 2003 13:09:52 GMT, C. Hurst wrote:

Carla (...going to plant Wisteria in Indiana...because I just came
back from a trip through Alabama...and it is SO beautiful...)

Yesterday I visited a local nursery, they had a bonsai on display. A
wisteria. About 2 1/2' tall by 4' wide. It was 25 years old and the
most beautiful bonsai I've ever seen.