Last winter was pretty harsh.
The temperatures were low and sustained. Pipes froze and everyone was miserable.
Once it was over, and spring began to work its magic I saw what survived and what was tinder.
One of my losses was a lavender bush I planted eight years ago when I bought my house. It was a new have gift from Mom. She actually got me two of them, but construction guys killed the other one three years ago. Jerks.
Much to my surprise, three lavender seedlings emerged a few weeks ago. I don't have the heart to uproot the mother plant yet, still not convinced that the original is truly gone.
Either way, I cannot wait to watch the new plants grow, and smell their delicate aroma wafting across the yard as I mow.
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