I'm querying James. He is patient. I point to the plant nearby, the one that's grown taller than me.
"Is that the seaberry?"
"Sea buckthorn, or sea bok choy."
"How about those yellow ones over there? I'm sure you told me. They look so much like snapdragons."
"Yeah, they're weeds."
I may never get all of everything straight: the aronia berry, the giant sage, the several different currant varieties. I do know the blackberries. Not missing the thorns.
So liking the jungle out there.