Chantelle had a whole bank of convallaria majalis. It could be seen from the road, and it was frequently admired by people passing by, especially the smell. Of course, convallaria majalis’s season is quite short, but nonetheless, Chantelle thought their beauty outweighed the shortness of the season.
“Why don’t you have pericallis cruenta on the bank instead?” said Chantelle’s friend, Maxima. “Their season is longer, and they are more colourful.”
Maxima belonged to the same Garden Society as Chantelle and was an expert at growing dicentra spectabilis. There was nothing that Maxima didn’t know about propagating dicentra spectabilis.
“No, I’m happy with the convallaria majalis,” said Chantelle. “Besides, Angelina specialises in pericallis cruenta. I don’t want to be a copycat.”
Thus, Chantelle had convallaria majalis, Angelina had pericallis cruenta, and Maxima had dicentra spectabilis.
One day Jane applied to join the club. She grew Iceland poppies. “You mean papaver nudicaule, darling,” guffawed Maxima. Chantelle and Angelina giggled behind their hands.
Clearly Jane was not ready to join the Garden Society.
In the long run, Jane was rather pleased.