Blue flowers have been my favorite from the time I started really getting into gardening. When I saw chicory growing along the roadside, I considered it just one of those weeds that happened to look pretty. My Mom was able to tell me what it was by my description to her. It's the only plant that I considered a weed that I wanted to have in my garden. But transplanting it just didn't work. It really likes to hug the edges of the country roadsides around here though, so I just admire it from afar.
And I hope 70 is the new 50, because I will be 60 in a few years. Sharon, you look wonderful for 70 and can be as eccentric as you like!
