“Hepatica,” said Beth: “probably my favorite flower of all.” I’m beginning to see what she means.
I don’t have time to write today, so these pictures will have to suffice.
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…such delicate blossoms, with strength, to show up so early!
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Oh, Dave, what a surprise and what a delight! Thank you.
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Hepatica for being liver-lobe shaped, or used to treat liver ailments?
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Anne – You bet.
Beth – You’re welcome!
Zhoen – The latter.
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The flowers speak eloquently.
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Dave, the former though too, right – doctrine of signatures?
Nice color on that last one. I’ve only ever seen the white ones.
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Thanks, Karen.
the former though too, right – doctrine of signatures?
Yeah, I guess so. I don’t see much resemblance myself, but then I admit I haven’t seen too many human livers.
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But all human living, the waggish might note, is done by human livers.
But I defer to Pica on this one.