mom & the hanging baskets

A couple weeks ago my mom and I drove out to Spoth’s farm and nursery and picked up some perenniels for dirt cheap. It was storming outside, loud thunder and rain so loud we had to shout while inside the greenhouse. The tables were mostly empty, with a few rows of rotting herbs and flowers, and the ceiling was filled with these gorgeous, overflowing baskets of blossoms. The cash register was closed, we paid on the honor system.