I saw this picture the other day on Broken Blossoms and was catapulted back to second grade, sitting Indian-style around Miss Martin, the student teacher, as she read us "Miss Rumphius." I think I was the only kid in class interested in this one. If I remember correctly, Miss Rumphius, as a young woman planted lupins in her hometown, then sets off traversing the globe, planting lupins where she please. She returns home, an older lady, where her lupins wait for her with bated breath. Whenever I see a lupin, all these years later, I always think back to that class, and how much I wanted (still want) that to be my life.
And to think they thought I never paid attention!