This plant is in the front yard of a young couple with a recent baby. They have worked very hard to make their yard beautiful. Whether that had anything to do with the nesting instinct I haven’t figured out, but they have what I think should be called a rather dramatic taste in plants. Each plant being carefully focused, and carefully placed. This one seems like a kind of space monster, small at this point, saving up energy to devour to the town. It is as beautiful and precise as the garden itself. But I can’t help wondering if after their delightful baby reaches the toddler stage and begins disassembling things to compare the surface to the interior, or whyever toddlers tear things apart, if they will ever again see the edges of this plant in quite the same light as they did when they planted it.