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I almost walked past them — three little plants on the clearance trolley at Bunnings. Dehydrated, fading, written off as “too far gone.
The lady at the counter even said, “Good luck with them,” like I was wasting my Few bucks😊.
But I couldn’t stop looking at their colours. Even sick, they carried something beautiful. Something worth saving.
So I brought them home, watered them, and gave them a chance. Not because I knew they’d survive, but because hope deserves the same space as doubt.
Maybe that’s what I’m learning most in my garden:
strength isn’t always obvious, but colour is always worth noticing. 🌸
— DJFotoPerfect
