I just returned home after visiting my brother John in Santa Rosa for a few days. I am always in awe of the difference between gardens in the more moderate climate in Santa Rosa compared with the hot, dry Central Valley. John’s garden is lush with all kinds of things that I don’t see around here. I hadn’t seen Little Johnny Jump Ups in a very long time and I was delighted to see dozens of them nestled underneath the hummingbird and oriole feeders. It seemed appropriate that John (known as Johnny when we were growing up) had masses of them growing in his garden. Despite their numbers, I was drawn to a single blossom near the bottom in a darkish part of the flower bed.