Brain Food & Other Diversions

My son, who is infinitely brighter than I, sent me a puzzle (ostensibly to occupy my time when I've had my fill of sudoku . . ) I have yet to solve it, so I'll let you give it a shot.

(btw: the counter shows I've had 157 hits on this site, but only one comment. "lurking is fine if it suits you, but I'd suggest reading your local newspaper's "comment" page might be just as rewarding. If you've been here more than once, it's time to add your voice. Jump in, the water's fine!)

So - the puzzle.

Molly buys 16 rose bushes and considers a planting pattern that would please her. Because she has a thing about "rows of four" she lays out her bushes in four rows of four, because that is actually 10 rows of four: 4 rows across, 4 rows vertically, and 2 diagonally (the X) as follows:
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But Molly wanted more, so she worked with her layout until she had 15 rows of four!
What was her layout?
(It took my son a week to solve this, so here's one clue: no row will have more than 4 bushes.)Have fun - if you get it, feel free to post your solution here!

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Just Keep Looking

I live in a beautiful place - wild, remote and soul-reviving, with not more than a couple hundred other hardy souls (summer tourists not counting.)
Unfortunately, most of those fellow residents aren't people I care for. No; I care for many of them; perhaps I mean "enjoy." We have little in common, and less to discuss. As a rule, I don't like to ask them questions about themselves or their lives, because I usually could not care less about the answers.
How nice, then, to meet a new neighbor who is bright, interesting, and promises to be fun to talk to. I traded a quilt I made (and he admired) for a book he wrote. We'll see if it was a win-win.