A storm was predicted for last night, so we forced ourselves to complete several yard tasks yesterday that would be best done before the rain came. We altered a contour in the front yard to help direct water away from the house and down into the grass below, and removed still more English ivy from the slope. And we finished planting several new plants, some of which were recent acquisitions, some of which had been waiting for a while. Our new rhubarb plants now sit at the top of the slope, next to the daylillies we moved from another part of the yard. And my Daturas are now safely in the ground here in Clarksburg. Last night’s rain, which turned out to be gentle, quiet, and long-lasting rather than noisy and heavy, seems to have boosted their spirits.
I have also been reading more about the Datura, and pondering its well documented hold on many people. Datura stramonium, one variety of my “moon flower”, is a case in point. It is said to be native of either India or Central America, but has been used around the world for sacremental hallucinations. It has been known in the “old world” and the “new” so long no one knows where it came from. Perhaps old Koppantó would recognize it from ancient Magyar religious customs, or from the saying “Nem veszem be ezt a maszlagot” – “you cannot fool me” (literally, “I will not eat Datura”). That sentiment seems sound to me.