I like flowers. They're great, honest. But let's face facts-I know nothing about them. Anyone who read my blog about planting my garden knows this. I look at a picture of the flower (or the item itself if I'm not growing from seeds) and buy it based on whether I like it or not.
Bought my godmother a lovely hanging basket for Mother's Day. Do either of us know what it is? Nope. But it's pretty! Hence the purchase.
So what do I decide to add into my contemporary paranormal story? An 18th century horticulturist. Why oh why do I do this to myself? It's all well and good, fine and dandy, but for one teeny tiny problem: Current day flowers had different names and would possibly not even be around in 1773. Yup. insanity.
Alas, it really works well in the story if I do say so myself. The research was well worth it.