
This year, I mourned the loss of my Wolfsbane, aka Monk's hood and Aconite. It had survived til fall last year somehow, but was lost behind virulent mugwort this year, or so I thought.
Yesterday I stepped out the back door to reward myself for finishing the shawl pattern, all but the name. I could not think of a name that seemed to fit.
I know, I know, I'm not supposed to walk, and especially not on uneven surfaces but I had to take a few deep breaths and look at the maples for just a minute, and the sun was shining.
There, against the fence, I spotted the flowers of Monk's Hood!!!!!
I was so happy to see a remnant of my old garden I cried. Silly, but true.
I had my camera, so I adjusted the long range viewer and snapped a photo.
Naming a 'shawl' pattern monk's 'hood' would be confusing, and I LIKE wolves so I didn't want to use the name 'wolfsbane'. I decided to name her Aconite instead. Now whenever I see the pattern name, I remember that surge of joy :-}
3 comments:
I love this story, Diana. Beauty - and memories - pop out at us when we least expect it! Lovely name for a lovely shawl! (I used to have monkshood in my garden. I love it! I dug it up when Jenny was a puppy, though. She ate EVERYthing. . .)
Aw. I miss my garden. But I know almost exactly how you felt, I think, when you cried to see a survivor of yours.
Very cool. Pretty shawl, pretty flower, lovely memories made from the start.
Lupus is the latin word for wolf, by the way: the disease got its name because it was a fad in the 1800's to name illnesses after animals, and someone thought the typical facial rash looked like a wolf's bite.
And it is a pun for loop-us: the disease of not being able to stop making little loops of yarn continuously!
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