By Christine Preto
My garden is filled with Boni plants. In a pot on my deck is a small Rosemary bush that Boni gave me years ago. She would come over and glare at me and the bush, grab some clippers and prune it back savagely and it would flush out with new growth. Good for another year. It’s old and gnarled now, much like we were. There are some tiny volunteer rosemary plants beneath the gnarled trunk and I would have delighted to show off my growing self-sufficiency. From gnarled comes the word gnarly which seems fitting as Boni was one gnarly gardener, mother and friend.