My maternal grandmother gave me a start of her bleeding heart plant a few years ago. it's a flower that i've always loved and have always associated with her. she grew it as long as i can remember. i was so happy to have a start of my own.
the first year it was so small and i didn't even think it would survive. the following year we had a surprise frost that stunted its growth. last year, the year of her death, it started to finally make a little progress. but this year - this year it showed up in full force. full of radiant life and beauty.
grandma would have loved it. 💕