Last summer, I got myself a small fuchsia plant. It thrived on the front porch. It came indoors for the winter and at first seemed to do fine. Then it hit an unhappy patch and has looked peaked every since. It came back outside in May and all summer long I’ve nursed it along. In the past few weeks, it’s finally started to look better. There are nearly a dozen flower blooms in the process of making an appearance.
It has tiny leaves looking like they are set in to stay.
Amongst the other front porch plants, it still looks a bit anemic, but it’s coming along nicely. Flowers and plants provide me with a satisfaction and happiness that endures long after a hard day. They are my reminder to be patient, to live in the moment, and to invest time and care in the world even when results seem elusive.