I just took a walk around my garden. Rain-soaked, wind-blown (Atlanta had yet another tornado watch and bad storms last night). The gazillion plants I have spent the last several days squeezing into every remaining square inch of bare soil look good. The 70-80 wierd varieties of foxgloves I planted from seed last summer are now in the ground and beginning to send up their first flower stalks. The Penelope (musk rose) rose I planted last year with great pains and tons of alfalfa meal expecting magnificent growth....but only got 5-6 roses and zilch growth...is suddenly 8 feet in diameter and covered with hundreds of fragrant blooms. And on and on and on. Thank you Mother. That hanging basket of spider plant and pepperomia. got me hooked. So did the Christian Dior rose in a pot. Even the tomato horn worms on the balcony. But then, Mothers seem to have this radar for knowing how to get their children at least pointed in the right direction. Happy Mothers Day to my mother and everybody elses, too. Catharine/Atlanta