That is apart from my trusty spider plant. This poor soul has been on the brink of death so many times I'm ashamed to count. But it always springs back to life with a drop of water and a lot of pleading on my part. So when a friend of mine bought me an orchid last year I cringed. I can't kill a plant that is a gift - that would just reveal what a neglectful plant owner I am. I lavished love on my dainty orchid for the whole summer. But when it's last petal dropped and it looked like a sorry excuse for a twig, I worried and hid it on a windowsill where said friend wouldn't see it.
My family laughed at Christmas 'Terrie, it's dead. Chuck it.'
But oh no, I persevered and hoped.
The wonders of nature have rewarded my perseverance. Now I should go and read up on how not to kill my feisty orchid and it is on my to-do list. But for now I am just feeling smug that my twig is turning into something beautiful.
Have a gorgeous Monday!