Loosely translated message from mother:

"So about the garden: We bought a bunch of bulbs and buried them. They grew. The stump from the dead lavender is still there. Should we save it for you or can we dig it up?"

Oh mom.

She's caught on to the whole interest in botany and all, but her updates regarding the tiny garden in the back is always a cross of lol'ing and face-palm moments. (Like most things with my parents, it is touching when it isn't frustrating.)