That reminds me of an old seed/nursery order house called Gurney's (Yankton, SD). Back in the '70s (when old George Gurney still ran things) they had big, full-color catalogs with all sorts of interesting merchandise. Not only could you buy vegetable and flower seeds, but also nursery items (plants, shrubs, trees, and flowers), copper bracelets, Lawrence Welk records, and live chicks!
They offered a couple of low-priced gardening treats. One was a "Giant Jumble Packet" of mixed vegetable and flower seeds, just for children, and only for a penny. The other was a bargain "grab bag" of seeds and plants. One almost-dead looking plant I got in a grab bag turned into a pretty flower. Things can look like dried twigs in shipment but really take off after being planted and given a little TLC.
My folks still order from the Gurney’s catalog. =)
I love gardening. I think every dried-up plant knocked down by winter becomes real-life proof of resurrection in the spring. Every year I think I’ve lost everything and every year each new sprig of returning green is like Christmas all over again for me. Makes me hope.
Hope is a precious commodity for me these days. I need constant reminders that anything’s possible.