I was busy with my daddy this winter.
He went in the hospital on December 19 and came out of rehab on March 12.
We were lucky to get him out just as Covid-19 closed off visiting.
He is home carrying on like the cancer is gone.
I did not look at my plants in my workshop for those three months.
I watered and pruned nothing. I did not even think to check on them.
When I finally went down there most plants were dead or almost dead.
That’s okay. I have too many plants and only one daddy.
The one plant that seemed to ignore being ignored was this Clivia.
It is a Fire Lily named Clivia miniata. Its hybrid name is ‘Good Hope’.
I popped it outside in the shade and it is thriving.
As I walk by it I say its name “Good Hope”.
All hope is good. Hope is always good. That’s what we all need.