I become emotionally attached to plants. I don’t know, it’s weird. I can’t explain it. Moving to Cabo was a big deal for me because I had to figure out what to do with my Dad’s plant. (The plant that I’ve had since his 1990 funeral.) Thankfully, My Aunt L. has been taking care of it for me and I will definitely get it when we return home.
That said, when we moved to Cabo I sneaked across the border some shamrock plant tubules to plant. Why? They’re from my Mom. And, when my Mom moved to Missouri from Ohio, she had given me that plant.
(I clearly have loss/plant issues I wasn’t aware of until writing this post.)
Anywho, enough about me!
How lovely are the cute little flowers budding from my shamrock plant right now? They make me smile EACH time I walk past them into our front door.