You know that salvia you brought back from the wildflower center years ago? The one that made me grumble because it wasn’t salvia? (I’ve spoken of it before.) You remember how I’ve told you in the ensuing years that it’s some kind of wild-ish primrose? How it has happily crept over the years in the shade of the Monterey Oak? How in the spring it pops up reliably with long lanky steps and pale pink blossoms with yellow centers and yellow pollen dust?
Yeah. That one.
For something that made me grumble, it sure has made me happy.