Despite my careful ministrations, my lovely Hibiscus tree did not survive it’s indoor wintering. It’s bony branches reach futilely upwards, grasping for…? It is a stark grey skeleton that suggests failure.
Late Spring I planted Morning Glories in it’s soil & placed bamboo skewers for it to climb upon; soon the blossoms will yield Technicolor Joy.
I must be more like this Hibiscus tree; able to support a new way of being, a new essence which allows for thoughtful growth.
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