One of the things my parents taught me - or was it already in me? - was the fascination for growing things. My dad always pointed out flowers, trees, birds and what they wee called ... and he once said that an onion flower is pretty. I never knew what an onion flower looked like - until now. The thought and curiosity stayed with me, so a few months ago when I had an over-ripe onion in a cupboard I did not hesitate but planted it in a pot outside. And now I know what an onion flower looks like!