These past few days have seen the return of some old friends. I had surprise emails from two people that I hadn't heard from in quite a while. It was delightful to reconnect and to catch up with them.
Following that theme, at my mother's house there were always datura plants growing by the driveway. They are remarkable plants that grow as perennials - dying to the ground in the winter but coming back every year as a substantial two or three foot plant. They produce beautiful night blooming flowers that have a rich scent.
I had planted some at the side of my house years ago. They thrived for a while and then faded away. I just recently found some seeds that I had saved from my mother's place. They were over ten years old. I planted many of them and nothing happened for months. Then this one plant emerged. It's now just over a foot high and flower buds appeared on it recently. Just last night the first flower opened. I could smell it before I saw it. It was, for me, the return of another old, dear friend.
