Two years ago Elizabeth sent me these plants. She had never heard of them, but my mother used to have them. When we moved to our first house as a married couple on Parkview Avenue, I transplanted some of hers. After a few more moves, I lost them and hadn't been able to find any since. I don't remember how it came up, but Elizabeth ended up researching them on the web. She found some and sent me four little plants. Probably I wrote about this before. Nevertheless, these flowers mean so much to me that the story bears repeating, at least in my view. Sometimes such a small, unexpected, and seemingly somewhat insignificant event can end up being the source of lasting pleasure. The circumstances that conspired to get these plants to me gave them a special, complicated and a little obscure meaning to me. I'm so glad I have them.