I pretend I have a green thumb. The plants that survive under my care, do so under their own merits. Once in a while a plant dies even after frantic last-straw attempts like constant watering, prolonged non-watering, plenty of plant nutrition, no plant nutrition. Leaving an empty pot behind. Nothing to fix my gaze at, like a moonless sky.
But sometimes a little green pushes through the dry roughage and sprouts new hope. And the wheel of fortune spins again.
I’m grateful for…
New signs of life on a dead plant
New signs of life on a dead plant that reminds me to not take my plants for granted
New signs of life on a dead plant that reminds me to not take my plants for granted and cherish them as long as they live.