If I lived farther South, I'd love to grow masses of caladium (Caladia?). As it is, I have one in a pot that I keep on the screen porch during the Summer and, then, barely-kinda-sorta manage to keep alive, inside, during the winter. Thirsty little bugger.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."