A big sprig of Annual Honesty snapped from a thicket by the path near my run. Admired by father as the Penny Plant, woodland mischievousness becomes horticultural larceny when I go back and wrench out four roots by the shafts for potting. Behind him on the table there, some bamboo from my brother. It's lucky, bamboo. Health and prosperity, especially if received as a gift. Or one is a hungry panda.