New Orleans Memory Lives On In My Garden

For many years we kept an apartment on Chartres St. in the heart of the French Quarter to use for weekends and Mardi Gras, and let me tell you, the good times really rolled there and I have fond memories galore of that happy time in my life. It had a front patio and a rear courtyard full of lush, beautiful tropical plants. The baby maroon castor bean in the picture above in my garden is a descendent of the mother plant in New Orleans which was as big as a small tree. I brought some of its seeds home years ago to plant and ever since they have flourished here. The seeds self-spread and come up around my garden every spring and bring me pleasure and happy memories of my French Quarter days.