The plan was to share this photo yesterday. I thought that after the close up of a near death lawn mower experience we needed something pretty to lighten the mood. The only problem was that I couldn’t remember what this tentacled erica impersonator was called. Both luckily and unlikely, I remembered to check the label today. Of course Fabiana imbricata, how could anyone forget that trip-off-the-tongue name, round and understated, warm and spicy. I fear this re-learnt knowledge will be gone by the end of the week. Some things do not stick and some things refuse to budge. This is the nature of my universe. However this outbreak of plant amnesia does not bode well for our VIHP visit tomorrow. Luckily the cake is bound to be good and we have disco balls in the potting shed. I have a feeling that will be sufficient.