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Garden 5 min

Introduction

On the Kruckebergs, a missed conversation, and learning to know someone through their plants

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Art died eleven days later, on May 25th. I never got to ask him any of those questions — where are the beginnings of rhododendrons in the tiny little Kalmiopsis? What was it like dating a beautiful young botany student in the 1950s? How many bolo ties do you own? Of course I wish I had talked to Art that day. But since I didn't, his image in my mind can remain untarnished and my reverence for him undiminished.