A tale of greif, heartache, and victory

About two months ago I noticed at my grandma's house that one of her plants was practically dead. Being a house plant person myself, I asked if I could try to save it. My grandma was happy to have me try because she had given up on the poor thing. I took it home watered it, fertilized it, and slightly pruned it. It died anyway.

I'd had this dead plant sitting on my window seal for a while now. So on a whim I pulled out the dead plant and threw it away. I felt kinda heartless when I did this, but it was brown, soggy, and dried on the bottom, so really dead.

Then I had this pot of dirt sitting there, lonely looking begging me to put something in it. One night about 12:15 a.m., I was going through one of my desk doors I found five packets of flower seeds. They said to use before 2005 and looked long dried up. I looked over at my very lonely pot and had decided to give them a try. I practically dumped five bags of seeds over the dirt and pushed them in. I was pretty sure nothing would happen, but I thought maybe one or two might still be good.

A few days later I noticed one little green sprout popping up. I was ecstatic! I was really surprised that one came up. Within a few days around 15 had grown. I think they are all the same flower, I threw the packets away so I don't even know what they could be. So now my very lonely pot of dirt has friends, and we'll see if they will actually bloom later.