The healthy plants came promptly and in fine condition, having been packaged with care. That evening, planted them in my native prairie garden here on the farm. (Some day I hope to bring back the western meadow larks of my childhood.) To counter my black thumb, I thoroughly watered in and mulched the plants and surrounded them with chicken wire against the rabbits. After five weeks, so far, so good. Crossing my fingers—it’s up to me, now.