A few years back, a teacher brought a couple of plants into The Girl's library in Hamilton.
Those couple of plants have, over the years, increased in number (some by purchase, some by gifting, some by splitting) to a point where The Homestead sees its back decking covered in flora all summer long.
In past years, those plants have wintered in The Girl's library - Hamilton or Lakota depending on the year. This year, though, The Girl doesn't have a library to which the plants can return so they've come inside.
I dig 'em. The Girl's a little annoyed with 'em. I'm kinda afraid that the younger dog is snacking on them. Yesterday there were a few piles of puke to suggest that something wrong had been injested.