Macaroni and cheese comes to mind when I think of comfort food. For some reason, when I walked past this amber chrysanthemum on a morning walk with Barney, my adorable golden retriever, it hit me that this was one of my "comfort" plants. It's not a fancy plant. Nor do I know anyone that raves about the fragrance of chrysanthemums.
I grew up with this variety and relished the time when it bloomed. As a garden-loving child, I thought about all the fancy chrysanthemums I wanted to grow, particularly the spider varieties. Though I never followed through on my grandiose plan, this old fashioned variety was planted in my little garden plot. To this day, I can conjure its scent and color, which to me is the epitome of fall.
Do you have a "comfort" plant?