When we moved homes, I had dozens to things on my head. Get the school bus sorted out. Ensure the carpenter finishes all the jobs before leaving. Find someone to deliver milk and newspapers. Sort through the junk accumulated over years, and keep only what you need. What didn’t figure on my list was watering the plants. Tomorrow I’ll water them, I resolved every night- that tomorrow never came. The plants wilted, but they waited for me. And when I started watering them, they perked up and rewarded me with new leaves.
Plants are funny. Sometimes, they thrive on neglect.
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This is the fifth year that I am going to be a part of NaBloWriM. The writing mojo seems to have deserted me, but by elaborating either on a quote that touches my heart, or by attempting to capture a fleeting emotion, let me see how long I last.
