He’d done better with the actual plants than the list Twilight had presented him with. There were still dozens he didn’t recognize, but the same problem would have occurred if he had seen them in the produce section of a supermarket. A few brought back memories, like the kale—his mother had been sick with the flu and an early snowfall had blanket the garden, killing all the unprotected plants. The kale didn’t seem to mind; it grew throughout the winter and actually tasted a little better when he sampled a leaf.