One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple. (Jack Kerouac)
I hate to admit it. My thumb isn’t green. Gangrene? More like it. I have destroyed succulents. Never on purpose. My everyday world is too crowded. I never finish enough tasks to remember plant care.
Simplicity. My goal on more than one level.
A super-special person gave me this plant. In time it gave up. Too much water one day and then none for weeks. I placed the pot on the front porch. The leaves remained a sad, dull brown despite sun and rain.
I declared it dead, but it missed garbage day. Twice. My best excuse is guilt. I felt as if I had ignored the goodness of the giver. Then, one day I saw a dry, weak green appear on one side. Nah! A fresh sprout would be a miracle. I didn’t deserve one. However, the flower was worthy. I let the green fight through.
Now, bright-pink springs through our old blue railing. Life, one word.
Persistent and beautiful.
terrypetersen 