. . . and she surprised me. I know I got the better end of the deal.
Actually, my daughter brokered this trade for me. My daughter happened to be walking by the neighbor's house one day and mentioned how much I loved one of her plants. This lovely and sweet lady offered to trade me for one of mine.
The plan had been to trade primrose plants. I had the 3 primrose plants that I bought on Super Bowl Sunday, an orange-y, ruffly primrose. What she had that I wanted was a double blossom baby pink primrose.
So I got my trade all potted up and ready. What she gave to our family was the primrose I wanted, plus a Japanese primrose, some salad burnet, plus some purple broccoli and parsley that she started from seed. I have to say, I'm embarrassed by my lack of generosity.
This neighbor is known for her fabulous flower, fruit and veggie, and perennial garden. My thumb is somewhere near the brownish end of the green spectrum in comparison. If she's willing to teach me, perhaps I could become a better gardener. In any case, it's always nice to get to know someone with whom I share a hobby.
