Or even as hoped.
But I guess some things never change...
All those plants from the pages of this blog are long gone.
Of course.
I did say I "would try very hard" not to kill them all.
But life... and death.
Stretched me too thin.Several years of Eldercare when my parents needed me more than I would know.
But it's what you do.
When they're gone and you have your life back again it takes some time to heal your broken spirit.
So a year ago I ordered the African Violet Jersey Girl Trail, along with several Streps from Violet Barn. Bristol's Indigo Eyes and Strep Little Kan joined a newly started Texas Hot Chili I've had for years.
The Original Texas Hot Chili bloomed itself to death, just about literally. I came home one day when life away from my home was the most crazy-awful and asked her if I could please have a few flowers. I cleaned things up by removing spent stalks and funky leaves; watered it well with a bit of fertilizer and left again. Within weeks it was covered with flowers!
But the crazy-awful part of Eldercare was not finished with me.
I saved a few shoots, but I finally composted the original plant.
Through it all, I've always kept at least one shelf on my plant stand lighted.
Sometimes things were sad looking and the reality of trying to fix a sickly looking plant is too much.
You can always begin again.
Sometimes that's the hardest part.
Begin.
Again...
This spring seeds for the greenhouse lit up two more shelves.
My greenhouse is stuffed with plants waiting for warmth to arrive.
My birthday is coming around the sun again in a week.
Another order has been placed with Violet Barn.
Tomahawk was an impulse gift to myself, along with a couple new Streps.
I just rewatched Kent Stork's interview with Annie.
His favorite tool was a trash can. I went looking for one of his plants for my birthday.
My spirit is mostly healed
I feel relief. Calm. Some guilt. Mostly I can breathe again and enjoy our life.
Home.
P.S. Jersey Girl Trail will get her own post soon.
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