My flowers, after my MIL chopped them and stuck them in a vase in her lounge. Didn’t even ask! I like my flowers outside (my window) where they’re alive and I can look at them.

The bulbs came from my mothers garden, she had hundreds of flowering plants. Orchids, gladdies, roses, azaleas, you name it. I couldn’t take much with me and I have little left. They were planted in a corner of the garden my MIL “gave” me. It is crowded with plants and flowers, just how I like it, whilst her part of the garden is barren and dull.

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