Flowers - Free to a good home

"Free Plants"

It took little more than a handwritten sign made with a piece of cardboard from a cat litter box, haphazardly taped with black electric tape onto a bamboo stake and poked into the grass on the front lawn.....

Pink Hydrangea Blossom from Rural Magazine

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Jen @ Rural

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