That this plant is alive is a miracle. I would not say it is thriving (only a single strand). But it looks pretty well. The color robust, the feel close to succulent.
This is the first plant that has survived my black thumbs...ever. I have killed cacti. I have raised this plant since it came to me in the form of a snippet. It was tiny. A baby.
On a morning like this, post-insomnia (first night off the "relaxing" herbs in an effort to clear out a cough that has become persistent), tricky time of the month...foul mood, second-guessing myself, tired...
on a morning like this, catching a glimpse of this plant, my plant, made me feel a little better. (Talking to Kelly did, too. Thanks, babe.) A simple reminder that miracles happen.
Peace.
