Bleeding Hearts. Primroses.
Everything is covered in blooms and I’m seriously wondering whether I can leave the garden behind. My darling husband and our realtor looked at me like I was deranged the other day when I told them I wanted to take the fruit trees with us when we go. I planted like we were going to be here forever, so it’s killing me to leave it the year that everything will finally start producing.
I’m taking the Lungwort with me though, just try and stop me.