A friend of mine gave me this plant a few years ago. After I planted it, it got immediately torn up in a hailstorm. The next year it got tromped on by painters. The next year it got tromped on by siding installers. This year it seems to have recovered okay.
Sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.
--John Milton
