Readers share tales of treasured family plants.
THE SCENT OF GOLDEN CURRANT
My grandmother grew a bush with small yellow flowers, which, come spring, would bloom and fill the air with a fragrance like fresh cinnamon. You could smell it just walking by, like fresh spice wafting in the breeze. The bush would flower profusely, but ultimately produced very little fruit.
When I decided to leave home and move into my first house, I took a
