At Kroger this afternoon, waiting to pick up my ClickList order, I watched an older little woman toddle up and begin looking over all the Spring plants on the sidewalk. She was inspecting them carefully, checking price tags, and it occurred to me, "Why are older women mesmerized by plants?" Is it just a Southern thing, or does it happen everywhere? She reminded me of my aunt, who called all plants "flowers." My mother always said she (my aunt) could grow anything and keep anything alive. (Also, Daddy called her "Miss F," for "FBI," because she could find anything anyone was ever looking for.) This probably is a Southern thing: I grew up pronouncing "aunt" "aint." As in, "Aint Louise is on the phone for you." That pronunciation was only used when using their names. In other instances, like talking about them to someone, "aunt" was "aunt." I also grew up saying "cain...