My Aunt Genevieve never had much time for gardening, but every where she lived, every spring, she managed to plant a couple of rows of colorful zinnias in an area where they would be visible to a passerby. Throughout the summer the abundant blooms provided welcome color.
A bonus would be their availability for bouquets or flower arrangements to adorn the fireplace mantel or the center of the dining room table. Sometimes a bloom or two, along with a bit of greenery -- matured asparagus stalks if any growing nearby -- went with her to pay someone a visit. Like my Aunt Genevieve, zinnias were tough and hardy.
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