At the Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden everything was thirsty. The clumps of bluish-purple indigo were so parched they could barely stand up. Indigo is an old friend. We knew it by its Latin name, baptisia, back in our garden in Stockbridge and felt mournful about the hot, dry conditions it was enduring. The individual lady’s slippers looked healthy eno…
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