I live to garden, and I garden as I live; with planning, effort, a dash of whimsy and most importantly, hope.
By balcony, back yard, terracotta pots or hanging basket, whatever form my gardening has taken over the years, the plants and flowers that become most precious to me are always the ones that take more care, where at first, I am little uncertain as to if and how they “will take”.
You wait. You watch. You hope. And when they do finally bloom and flourish, you bask in the rewards of patience.