Not that money plant
ONE February day three years ago, Yoko called me from the local garden centre: ‘That spot behind the house that you don’t know what to do with, I’ve found just the thing for it—a money plant.’ Before I could protest, the line went dead, leaving me to ponder why a knowledgeable plants-woman who hates the humdrum and is proudly Japanese should fall for , a tender South African succulent that’s known the world-over as the
