Columbine, from the garden of Michael and Carrie Kline, Summer 2018. My grandmother Vin had a skill for collecting seeds off of plants when no one was looking. Michael and Carrie’s Columbine came here the same way. One day I was walk through through their yard and saw the distinctive tubular seed hull dry enough to crumble a bit for some seeds. The purple Columbine, one of my favorite flowers, reminds me both of my good friends who no longer live in Elkins and my Grammy’s spirited seed sourcing.