When we moved to Wyoming six years ago she brought 15-20 small plants
with her in our car. They filled the floor of the back seat. A dozen or
so remained when she moved to the nursing home three years ago and while
I’ve tried my best to take care of them only two are still alive. One
is an African Violet she got in October of 2014. I’ve kept it watered
and I remove the dead leaves but it’s never produced any flowers.
Until this morning.
About an hour ago I filled Mona’s small watering can and went to give it a drink when I saw the small bud among the leaves. I gasped and I stood there for a moment, overwhelmed.
Emotionally messed up.
Something Mona loved so much was finally, unexpectedly blossoming.
(originally posted on Facebook 7/21/18)
Until this morning.
About an hour ago I filled Mona’s small watering can and went to give it a drink when I saw the small bud among the leaves. I gasped and I stood there for a moment, overwhelmed.
Emotionally messed up.
Something Mona loved so much was finally, unexpectedly blossoming.
(originally posted on Facebook 7/21/18)
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