It was a gift from Garth's (not his real name) mother. She grew it from a cutting off of her Christmas Cactus, which came from her father's garden and it's about a bazillion years old.
It's been chewed on, pee'd on (stupid cats) and knocked over at least a dozen times (dumb dog) or so.
It never bloomed. I don't blame it, really. Still. Last year, my mother-in-law insisted that I take it outside and that it would be fine.
So, I did. Kept it out all summer, in hopes that it would bloom, in time for Christmas, or before I knocked it over with the lawn mower.
It FINALLY did….YESTERDAY!!!….after all this years….one lonely flower.
How sad is that?
But, if you look real close, passed all the chewed on leaves and the mis-matched water bowl, well, it's a real pretty flower, isn't it?
But, if you take two steps back, it's positively ironic how blindingly beautiful it looks.
There's a metaphor in there, somewhere, aaaaand, well, I just love that, you know?
Happy Love Thursday!
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