The day after I wrote about my father buying primroses when he was 83, I found primroses, marked down, at the grocery store. They were meant for me obviously, so of course I bought them. They have been terribly over-watered and are recuperating on my kitchen windowsill.
I bought a pink one,
and a yellow one,
I bought a few other poor sufferers too--a kalenchoe that looks healthy but is past its prime as far as blooms, and two clay pots of miniature roses. All of them have been over-watered, but I've had good luck with plants that I've put in this window in winter, so we'll see. The roses were worth the $1.99 just for the clay pots, I think--and the white one is full of buds. The other rose is a dark, dark red.
So the windowsill is in bloom and I am pretty sure I owe it to Dad.