There’s a spot in my room where pretty things come to die.
On small cabinet that holds old CDs is where the plants live… and eventually die.
Above the cabinet is a painting of a treacherous shore I once walked from Gibsons to Roberts Creek in the Sunshine Coast.
Maybe the plants are dying from the transferred memory of that hike.
I switched to low maintenance plants – that doesn’t need to be watered regularly or direct sunlight.
I’ve tried cacti, it was African violets last year, and recently chrysanthemums.
I couldn’t resist their rich gorgeous colour.
They replaced my dried up lavender plant, those lasted a few months through the summer.
The mums lasted for about a month and the half, it brightened up the space and cheered my heart
I tried to take good care of it. I did everything the little tag that came with it said to do.
I watered it, kept the soil moist and gave it light.
But it couldn’t be helped, the leaves started turning, it slowly wilted and eventually died.
I like to think of them as passing on to a better place, flower paradise maybe.
Seriously, I can’t be trusted with living things.
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