plants for sale
I saw her signs ~ "plants for sale" and on a whim, I followed them.
I left with tiny starts of plants, some came with a story, some she could not remember the names of. Most of them were all potted up, but some she just dug up as we walked through her yard, saying to me. . . "Oh, you need a piece of this." Twenty years later, some have flourished in my garden, some have died. Today that tiny start of Wood Spurge fills one of the banks in our yard, shadows playing on them throughout the spring and summer. I am so glad I stopped.