When we visited the old family farm of Mom’s mother in Shronebeha near Banteer there were many of these flowers. As we looked at the remains of the old home I decided to ask an elderly relative who was accompanying us about them.
Standing about 15 feet from one, I pointed and asked, “What do you call this plant with the lovely yellow flowers?”
She looked very closely at the plant, and took a few steps toward it. I could see the wheels turning as she searched her memory for its title. After a few more moments of careful thought, she turned to me and said, “Bush.”
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