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The novel, here excerpted, but available on line in its entirety, is a superior google find resulting from a search through matters agapanthus . Ahh, if only I had time to linger on my clickies
These particular specimens are potted on the porch at Mohonk . Agapanthi (do I remember my masculine Latin plural correctly?) do not generally thrive in the northern climes . I once inherited two enormous pots of them from friends who moved to New Zealand. Under my thumb of death , they survived at my doorstep for two seasons. They were such an unusual sight hereabouts, while they lasted, that people stopped to ask about them.
Actually, I just bought a bouquet of aggies at our local gourmet food chain. I think I even took a photo, given my proclivities. Let me look. I'd much rather have agapanthus in my path than opossums or memorial benches.