I am beginning to think that the octopus is my familiar, though I am not sure we’re supposed to enjoy our familiars as cuisine as much as I love mine.
Regardless, I like its style. I like the cut of its jib. I like its inky defense mechanism and its stink-eyed seafloor stare. I like its sucky tentacular gelatinous reach and its super-slick swimability.
So naturally I like things that resemble the ‘pus. Exempli gratia Eremurus rhizomes. Check them:
I planted half a dozen of these bad boys when the ground thawed for a minute last week. Come spring: kapow!