More than a year ago, I had to finally give up working my garden. Oscar has more than enough to do shouldering the house stuff, so all my flower beds have become weedy boxing rings where only the strong survive.
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 :-}