As I mentioned in a previous post, my mother-in-law took me shopping for flowers for our garden.

Let me just begin by saying that I was never gifted with a green thumb. It does, however, run in the family. But any plant that enters the premises of our house… do feel sorry for. They usually end up crippled and well, dead.

However, during my mother-in-law’s stay, she wanted to do something for our garden. It’s a hobby of hers… creating a symbiosis of colour even in our sad collection of empty patio pots.

Walking down the aisles of flowers, I was actually amazed to find myself in this subculture of Toronto, urbanites and suburbanites, intensely focusing on exactly what they need to complete their garden.

It’s obviously not just a hobby for some but a true form of art.

Lets face it, with the growing population in Toronto, there are less and less housing (well, affordable housing) with large backyards. High-rise condo’s and townhouses are shooting up everywhere.

Yet, even with our own tiny, townhouse back patio, I was amazed at how just a few pots of colourful plants could spruce up what was very drab.

Anyway, wish me luck. My goal is to keep these new floral, family members alive.

Plus, I don’t want to disappoint the mother-in-law.

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