This poor thing is from my mom’s flower garden, and I’m hoping I can get it to grow into my favorite flowers. I already have my hopes up, even though the transplant didn’t go so well. Things crumbled in way that led me to believe something was wrong, and I’m a touch nervous.
Every summer my Grandma Patty grew the most beautiful garden, so I have to believe that it could be genetic. Right?
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