Cupid’s Darts are one of the flowers we grew from seeds sent from Britain.
I’ve cossetted them in many places: weeded them, stopped them from being trampled on, watered them in times of drought.
But as usual with plants, they grow where they want to grow, in this case in the lowest bit of the garden before it slopes away as field, out of sight unless you make a point of looking.
I looked up about their name having not been able to see anything dart-shaped about them.
Apparently the ancient Greeks used them to make a love potion. So! The Viagra of the ancient world!