My weedy plant
Was just surfing around and came across this blog header
“I woke up this morning still alive, so I’m pretty cheerful” Woo!
I can’t even remember which blog I got it from or what it was about but somehow it just seemed like such a right statement. It gave me that whole ‘we-take-life-for-granted’ feeling and I think I really should appreciate life a little more. Funny how a little sentence can change your perceptions and recharge your interest in life.
It is ironic that my table plant has died.
If it were an animal-plant, it would be a camel. The weedy thing absorbs water like a sponge! It was on Friday when I forgotten to water the poor thing and when I got back into the office on Monday, it had shrivelled. I tried to revive it with an extra helping of fresh water and it left it overnight.
The next morning, TWO stalks were poking it’s head up high in defiance to my neglect. IT WILL SURVIVE! The rest are still rather limp but it looks promising. It might still make it with sufficient prayers and well wishes.
I bet my plant is pretty cheerful…
I shall name it Lazarus.