Those memorable town names can make a drive interesting. I have driven across the US a number of times, and when the trip takes me the length of Tennessee, I stop at Bucksnort, just because. At the bottom of a valley in the middle of nowhere. There is a little gas station, and I don't remember if there is a post office, but I've been known to mail postcards from interesting little towns during my travels. Chunky, Mississippi, didn't have a post office (and the name was derived from a Choctaw word, it wasn't a physical description of an individual, apparently.) Utopia, Texas, etc.

This week I will be exchanging plant material between friends. I was at a home today where the cannas were being thinned and I brought home those that were dug up (purple stalks and orange flowers). I'll trade some of those to a different friend who is going to give me some schoolhouse lilies (they don't bloom long, but they're wonderful right at the beginning of September when school is starting, hence the name.) And I have some crinum lilies to contribute to the collections of two other friends. Bright pink when they bloom. I am sorry that my discussion of blooming plants and gardening lands right when some of you are snow-bound!