When my maternal grandmother passed away, my mom planted a very special rose bush, the Double Delight hybrid tea rose. Some years later my parents were moving, but my mom could not leave what felt like a piece of her mother behind, so she snipped a few branches to bring with her and, with no fanfare, stabbed them into the ground at their new home. They bloomed with greater ferocity than in her previous home. This is my mom’s green thumb. Maybe you are like her or perhaps you feel my pain that apparently a green thumb is not genetic. I killed a cactus last summer. I keep trying though.
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