I myself have never succeeded at growing lisianthus.
I could envy Susan. I could envy her lisianthus. I could stomp my foot and say, "But i want lisianthus."
Or i could enjoy her ability to grow them.
How does envy feel?
How does enjoyment feel?
How does lisianthus feel?
Photos from danisaflowers.com and scarletselkie.blogspot.com