Great story. My mother had a crappo di monte, a Christmas gift from Aunty Annis. It was fiercely protected on the window ledge like some holy relic. It was ghastly, the bloom sprayed with a lurid orange fade on a faux bronze twig, I hated it. Even at 7. The golden made by hand sticker meant nothing... Fingerprints still in the bottom of the petals - lol. I saw the Nielsen programme the other night, he was busy... Jesus.
Great story. My mother had a crappo di monte, a Christmas gift from Aunty Annis. It was fiercely protected on the window ledge like some holy relic. It was ghastly, the bloom sprayed with a lurid orange fade on a faux bronze twig, I hated it. Even at 7. The golden made by hand sticker meant nothing... Fingerprints still in the bottom of the petals - lol. I saw the Nielsen programme the other night, he was busy... Jesus.