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Posted by Abbey on Jun 9, 2014
But I did promise myself I wouldn't let another plant/ bush/ floral thing die at my hands.
As much, as you know, a huge fan of the cut flower, I am awful at keeping the darn things alive in my garden. Alas my green fingered luck has turned a sweet little corner and I, for the second year running can offer you white roses.
I literally squeal with delight when I see another little bud blossoming, in the back of my mind pondering how such a miracle occurred with little tendering - but lots of optimism - and so there goes another life lesson.
Easily pleased as my Father would've said.