My grandma has been on my mind a lot lately. I am not sure why, as she died several years ago. (Perhaps it has to do with missing my mom) I go to think about one thing and then wonder if I got that from my grandma. As I started to write this post, I mused over where my love for plants came from. Grandma. Now my love and her love are not in the same hemisphere. She had plants throughout her house and a gorgeous well manicured yard. I have never cared too much about a yard and I only have some plants. However, I don’t consider my plants expendable. So when life dealt me a trick hand, my plants, all of them, had to come along for the ride. They were by no means happy- disturbed from their places of habitat and their constant tropic heat. But almost all of them were resilient throughout the journey. Part 1: The plant that wasn’t. This plant didn’t have it hard at all. So when I looked at it the other day, I mused over what could be amiss. Some of my plants had to stay in ...
Adventures in following the living God.