Wow - that white one is stunning! Very spectacular. I also agree that the red and white striped one is xjohnsonii. Looks just like mine. It should be very fragrant. Chuck, the true johnsonii is valuable, mostly because they almost never set seed, so the only way to get them is by getting offsets. Your image is too blurry for me to see properly. But I'm sure you could find a great trade. The plant trade forum on gardenweb is great - just post what you have and what you are looking for. Or I'm sure you could sell on ebay. Thanks for sharing the beautiful pictures - I love seeing garden heirlooms!

My uncle has hallucinations too. I went into his room the other morning and he was sitting on the edge of the bed with a dollar clutched in his hand. He then asked me, "How do I get off this bus? I've been trying to get off this bus for a long time, but I don't think I have enough money." I tried to distract him and gently told him that he was not on the bus, but in his room. He said "Well, I guess I can go back to bed then, huh?" He promptly went back to bed and fell asleep. It breaks my heart, because I can't fathom how confused and frightened he must have been. I'm sure you feel that way about your Mom too, and it's also scary for us.

"they were going to hire a private investigator to find me." See how crazy people get? They don't want you to come around, they're afraid you'll claim some possessions... but they don't want you to get away; they want to stalk you. I just remembered something I read the other day; warning: this could be considered a little irreligious, so read on at your own risk. "They say God doesn't give you more than you can handle; God must think I'm a bad-a$$." Hang in there, Bad-A$$ Girl; take your vitamins, drink cocoa (Nestle's dark chocolate is the best), put up your shields & protect yourself, & keep on posting here, where we're all with you. ps: Does this board still do the thing where we reach out to hold each other's hands in a healing circle?

snork! My brother & I once had to share dishwashing duty. He had to turn his face upward to look down his nose at me, but he did it, & pronounced that washing dishes was women's work & I'd have to do it all. Luckily, my mother heard him & straightened that out. Then he decided that the way to get out of washing dishes was to be very very bad at it, so he put dishes into the rack with crusted-on food, put forks in the drawers with spaghetti stuck to the tines, broke a few dishes. didn't work. (I do like the idea of the cape.)