This morning I went over to water Pansy, a seedling that I got a year ago, and she had put forth her first bud. Yesterday I had hovered over her with the mister and asked why no flowers. I know it’s weird, but this morning…there it was. Either I hadn’t looked properly or Pansy had actually heard me.
I admire Pansy’s slow road to maturity. Its been a year since she arrived in a cardboard planter. I had gone to a Summer Streets (all alone…that was the month of my failed meetup group) and the New York Botanical Garden was giving away plants. See how tiny she was? I looked up how to take care of her and made sure she had a nice bright window to live in front of. A year later, after lots of water, buying soil and repotting her, turning her, and talking to her a little bud shoots p and I’m ecstatic.
I admire Pansy, and I admire myself for taking care of her.
xoxo, Faith/Sassy Ethnic Bohemian