One of the most frustrating things about old age is forgetting nouns.
Trying to speak a name of a person, or thing.
We moved a plant recently for the patio and path to be constructed. The times this plant has come up in conversation..... I describe it, where it was, where it now is, the fact that Rusty Duck said it would survive Armageddon. That the plant I always wanted was a variety of said plant.
So while mentally going through the alphabet to get to said plants name and consistently coming up with the letter M. It finally hit me. Or the brain.
Usually known as Crocosmia. And the one I want is Crocosmia Lucifer.