What’s not to love about a bleeding heart?
This particular one started as a cutting from my Mom in MI, brought to MD, then a cutting was giving to my then father-in-law in PA, when my moms froze, he gave her a cutting back, then when we moved she gave me a cutting back for our new house, then when I moved to NYC, my dad brought mine home to the farm and last year she moved here to WNY. So happy to see my Mom back in my garden.
