Back around Valentine's day, when I first set off on my wee garden adventure, I took a gamble and brought home 2 clearance plants, $.50 violas to be precise. I was pretty convinced that buying the rejects was a rookie mistake, but I was wrong. Those two straggly things have become this wild cascade of blooms and fragrance. I love them. My whole "garden" is coming to life, and though my fingernails seem perpetually ringed in potting soil, tending to it feel less like work and more like meditation. I guess I'm just saying that I get it now. I respected and admired gardeners and their toil before, but now I get it.