Skunk cabbage is the most curious plant, the way it grows up like large claws trying to pry its way out of the damp ground. We live near the Swift River and, in the Spring, take many walks along its banks to watch the melted snow make its expeditious journey from its frozen Winter home to new territory. Along these banks skunk cabbage and fiddleheads curl and stretch, happily waking up to welcome Spring. Lepgrass came into being following one of our meanderings along the Swift River. His body is a rotted out tree stump and from him wafts the dank smell of new Spring growth. But rest assured that this fellow has no malice in his heart. He wears the crown of luck that may have been bestowed upon him by a chance meeting with a Leprechaun and on his face he carries a smile.