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Lessons in growth and resilience from my hibiscus flowers.
For the past few days, my tiny garden has looked empty — clean, in the truest sense of the word. The betel nut tree, once its only occupant, was cut down last week. It had become infested with termites, and I knew it was time to let it go. But the tree was more than just a plant; it was a reminder of my ex-husband. Of the past.
After removing the tree, I had the soil paved with blocks to solve an annoying problem: the neighborhood cats, who had turned my yard into their personal litter box.
The result was a clean slate, a barren “garden” that I swept with pride one weekend morning.
That was when I heard the voice of a passing plant seller: “Pot, pot…” Turning, I saw her cart laden with red and yellow hibiscus flowers.
On impulse, I bought three pots: two with flowers and one with a nameless ornamental plant.
The seller, perhaps sensing my inexperience, gave me a crash course in plant care. “Ma’am, don’t forget to water them every day — but not too much. If you see yellow leaves, cut them off.”
I nodded, smiling at her earnest advice, but in my heart, I laughed. If these plants survive three months, it will be a miracle.