For as long as I can remember, my mom has had chickens and hens. Not real ones, mind you, the kind you keep in a flower pot. But she has them I am sure because my grandmother had them and my great-grandmother had them. I always thought it was a strange name for a plant. This weekend I found my own variety… they are not exactly like the ones at my mother’s but beautiful none the less. I discovered them growing wild here in Albania. We took a trip to Mount Dajti last week when Robert’s sister was here and they growing everywhere on the top of the mountain!