My mother always had a little pot of baby's tears that grew on the kitchen window sill. They need to be kept moist, so she also had this really fancy little (to little me anyway) mister with a glass jar bottom. It was kind of like the perfume atomizer of gardening tools. I loved it so much. And I loved when I was able to help and mist the baby's tears.
I found a little pot of them at one of the vendor stands at the Flower Show on Sunday.
Guess where the pot is.
Happy.
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