A few years ago, K&L gave us a potted arrangement, which contained a Christmas Rose. We've always been pretty hard on live plants: we could kill just about anything. Most only lasted a month or so, some could stretch their existence to a few months, but I don't think we've ever had anything last even a year.
The Christmas Rose not only survived, but has bloomed, for three years in a row, just before Christmas, each year. Gloria always loved pink, and particularly the deep pink of the Christmas Rose. So she loved the plant. We mistreated it, like all the others, and it froze, and dried out, and lost branchfuls of leaves, but it managed to make it through each year.
So, I was a bit busy during December this year, and checking on the plant was low on the priority. But I did check it on the day that outside stuff was being moved, and it wasn't showing any indication of blooming. However, we moved it anyway, figuring we could always throw it away later.
So today, after church, I checked the plant. And, lo and behold, there are at least three buds on it. Which is kind of like it's Gloria's favorite plant and it's now Gloria's representative. (No, I'm not going to make a shrine out of it, or get all newage-y and think that Gloria has been reincarnated into the plant. It's just a nicer reminder than the accounts ...)
And, on April the fourth, 2022, I noticed:
So it's not dead yet!
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