The Crone was once close to a man who bought her a standard hibiscus for her birthday. He lugged it all the way into a West End restaurant and the Crone proudly took it home in a taxi. The hibiscus was orange and the Crone loved it. When she left London to move to Washington DC, she had to leave the plant behind, and entrusted it to her friend Mrs Forgan. Mrs Forgan is an excellent gardener, but she favors greens, whites, greys and purples. She usually permits nothing orange or yellow in her flowerbeds. The Crone isn’t one to point fingers, but suffice it to say there were reports of the plant’s demise a scant year after she emigrated, and that was the end of that.
While the Crone now has no suitor prepared to ply her with plant stock, she can at least have as many bright colors in her garden as she chooses. She doesn’t stint. The expression “riot of color” was developed with her in mind.
This weekend she has restocked her patio pots with glorious hibiscus and thinks fondly of the shrub–and the man–she left behind.