The language of flowers
I had seen this plant beside some daffodils and then realised it was an another Erythronium. Yesterday I stopped to look at several in another garden and was accosted by a man I met as a student more than thirty years ago. We often say Hello when collecting our newspapers but this was the first conversation in all those years. He did not know its name (I did, of course) but he knew it had multiplied over the years.