Brave New Hope for an Old, Decrepit Gardener: A Letter from the Midwest
Hell, I've learned that shit dies. I’ve come to accept that. Sort of. And if a Liatris succumbs to a Chionanthus, so be it. I'm not its mother. It won't be on my conscience.
Hell, I've learned that shit dies. I’ve come to accept that. Sort of. And if a Liatris succumbs to a Chionanthus, so be it. I'm not its mother. It won't be on my conscience.