The local farmers' market hosts all. Each summer, an older couple sells plants from their small garden. They always have something interesting and out of the ordinary.
This year, I bought a sturdy little plant for a difficult area. It is a mountain mint, not as invasive as the culinary species. It smells sweet, and is hardy. I paraded the pot over to Mr. Etherknitter, who came back to the tent with me. He pointed to a plant in back of me. "What's that?" he asked. "It's good."
I twisted around, and spied a familiar form. Who can guess first?