My master-gardener mother visited last week from Vancouver and I anxiously showed her my garden with all its inadequacies. She was gracious and appreciative, as always, until we got to the Fatsia which I have in a container on the patio. "I have always hated those plants", she said. A week later, as though in response, the Fatsia has produced something else my mother has aways disliked. Sorry Mum. I think they are cute. For now. And the Fatsia will also stay. For now.