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"Rosebud." You know, in Citizen Kane where Charles Foster Kane utters those last dying words...Rosebud was the name on his childhood sled. The term has come to mean, for me, something from my childhood that I want or miss, or have now found that is a reasonable facsimile of something long gone but desired. Back in the mid 70s, I got a clipping of this kind of coleus (green edges, creamy white centers) from a friend...her parents had the best coleuses. But like everything else I tried to grow in my parents house, it too died. Every year I've tried to find this kind of coleus in greenhouses, but I've not have one survive the winters. I put this one in a southwestern-facing window which hopefully will get lots of winter sun.