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1449. Dried herbs

Aunt Sylvia was well-off. Everyone knew that but only Aunt Sylvia knew by how much.

She was a spinster and lived alone with a few simple interests to occupy her time. Her main interest was growing herbs. She didn’t have a huge back yard, but every square inch of it was used for growing her precious herbs. Then she would dry them, bottle them up, and give them away as gifts.

Every year her niece, Penny, got the same Christmas present: a collection of a dozen or so delightful dried herbs tastefully presented in diminutive pots. At least, Aunt Sylvia thought things were “delightful”. Niece Penny didn’t think much of them at all.

“Quite frankly,” said Penny into her cell phone, “you’d think she would have better things to do with her money. More dried up stuff this Christmas. I usually throw them away. Basically, we’re waiting for her to die so as to get our hands on the inheritance.”

Several months later, Sylvia died. Penny was beside herself with excitement. And indeed, she had every reason to be excited, for Aunt Sylvia had left Penny her entire fortune. The will said: “Give the lot to my dear niece Penny, now that, at last, I’m dead.” So Penny got the whole seventeen dollars and forty-two cents – after funeral expenses. There was no bank account teeming with loot, for several months earlier Aunt Sylvia had donated it all to the Horticultural Society.

320. Heritage plants


Grandma Magda loved her garden. It was flowers, flowers, flowers. But she had a special patch. Magda belonged to the Heritage Plant Society.

The Society was for enthusiasts of old plants. They would rifle old gardens and derelict areas for long forgotten flower varieties. These heirloom plants had perhaps been developed and replaced by newer, brighter strains. The Heritage Plant Society would gather the seeds of the old-fashioned plants, sow them, and preserve the genes of the abandoned strains. They were just starting to pop up in the garden now. How exciting!

Isabella, Grandma Magda’s teenage granddaughter, came to stay.

“What a pretty garden, Grandma!” said Isabella.

When Grandma went to town for groceries, Isabella thought she’d give Grandma a nice surprise. She weeded the garden.