Monk’s cap (Aconitum ‘Fischeri)
As handsome as he looks now, I’m sure he’s on his death bed. Early this spring there was a group of 3, each with several stems. He’s the last man standing. Actually, he’s not really standing; the only thing holding him up is the silver foliage of his neighbor, Artemisia ‘Powis Castle.’ I had high hopes for him when he arrived from van Bourgondien in 2008, but he’s never been happy here. Like a transplanted yankee, he melted in our hot, humid, Dixieland weather. 
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This has been a short blog because girls’ weekend begins tonight!
