Reversing the flow

For a long time plants came into my garden but never out. This year has changed that. Excess bedding plants went to a neighbour and I can see them flourishing in her pots. Today two baby strawberry plants went to a farm where I volunteer. These were pretty special because the parent plant was chosen by my daughter last year, and a weedier, less promising looking plant you couldn't imagine. It's survived and thrived despite a very wet winter and is now sending its progeny onto pastures new. Not to mention supplying a dozen or so gorgeous fruit. I'm letting some more runners root now.