I was one of those June brides. It was 1967 and everything went fine the first three days – then I got sick – really, really sick, and off to the doctor we went. Three weeks later, my health restored, we left the hospital to restart our life with a six-inch pot of pothos ivy in tow. That ivy will be fourty-six years old this month, June, 2013. Several years earlier, my friend’s mother told me their ivy was twenty-five […]

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