![]() ![]() ![]() I knew then I should set my expectations low and consider this trip was going to be an extensive one. I remember how she would stand in the aisle with her curled index finger on her chin, hemming and hawing over a flower. Unknown nurseries except to those who were on the lookout for other enthusiasts, specifically in the PennySaver. Those I’d like to call the “underground” nurseries. Sometimes we would roam around some stranger’s yard who was selling an abundance of fresh blooms in reused plastic containers and milk jugs. Whether the lady was getting something or not, she enjoyed walking aimlessly up and down the aisles of nurseries. I remember the sound of gravel groaning underneath my Doc Martins as I dawdled behind my mom.
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