We carried this epicia (chocolate soldier) plant home on the train from New Orleans to Mishawaka in the early eighties. It was a daughter of my aunt Margie's epicia. Aunt Margie will turn 100 this September, and both she and this epicia (one of several offsprings of the original that we have) are flourishing.
Also today: Mexican restaurant diners including look-alike father and son,
and a field of wheat waving in the wind. (Carved from a drawing in my Italian journal from summer 2006)