“Grow where you’re planted.”

One of my favorite plants is the hibiscus.  I’ve always wanted one for my home.  A number of years ago I found a hibiscus about 10-inches tall and struggling.  I bought it.  The store owner gave it to me for $10 because it looked rather raggedy.

Once in my home and surrounded by love and attention and periods of total neglect, it flourished.  It sent out branches in all directions that were two and three feet long.  It was a danger to walk past.  Then she blossomed, and it was evident that what I though was one plant was actually two plants.  The flowers on different sections were different colors.

This year, trying to make some order in that plant corner, I re-potted the little darling, now gigantic.  I trimmed it back to within an inch of its former glory.  My husband asked if it was going to survive.  That was about two weeks ago.


She’s Sprouting!

That’s what I like about plants.  Instead of putting all their energy into whining and writing songs about “He Done Me Wrong”, they put all their energy into growing.  Did you ever pull weeds and have them break off so a piece was still in the ground?  Same thing.  They’ll be back.

She’s in my kitchen as a reminder of where I might want to put my energy.  Enough said.

Loveya – The Grandma





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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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