Friendship Plant

This plant sat by the garage of our dear friend across the street, Maureen Black.  When she moved, she decided not to take the plant. I asked her if I could have it, and she told me she would love for me to have it. I then asked her what it was called. She replied that it was a friendship plant.


It is a treasured plant in my garden. It grows back every year, and I remember my friend Maureen Black.