Bob was holding hearings out of town the other day and I went with him. When I got out of the car at the hotel, a wave of nostalgia nearly knocked me off my feet and I had to grab the camera!
When I was growing up, my grandparents had a house in the country right beside ours. Attached to this house was my Grandfather McBride's barber shop. In front of this barber shop, my grandmother (who's maiden name was Miller and who was in the local gardening club) always planted a border of Dusty Millers with Coleus and Flowering Kale in the bed. You don't see these old-fashioned plants as much as when I was growing up, and that is why I got the warm fuzzies just seeing them.
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I, too, have fond memories of Dusty Millers. When I was six, our next-door neighbors planted them with beautiful red coxcombs and snapdragons.
Around here, they grow in the winter.
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