It’s a rare plant, he said, touching the sprig in my open hand. Flowers, fruit and leaves all together at the one time. The white flowers are for honor, and red fruit for courage—and the green leaves are for constancy.
Diana Gabaldon
It’s a rare plant, he said, touching the sprig in my open hand. Flowers, fruit and leaves all together at the one time. The white flowers are for honor, and red fruit for courage—and the green leaves are for constancy.