Jay! I knew I didn't know the answer to that one. That's interesting about H. mutabilis.
Yesterday I went by miles and miles of ditches full of wild rose mallows, between Poplar Bluff and Dexter and Sikeston, MO. They were mainly white, with occasional medium pink and pale pink ones scattered here and there. I knew the other two people in the car were not going to be pleased if I stopped at every farm road and checked all the plants looking for sports, good seeds, or just to determine if they are subspecies lasiocarpos or moscheutos. I couldn't even use the excuse that I wanted to take a photo, since my cell phone is still dead, and the replacement has not arrived yet. It was TORTURE!
I may have to go back on my own, before the bloom season is over. It's only an hour drive to where the blooms start...
