Oh no, she’s still talking about flowers

I left the wilting hibiscus on an unused chair all weekend and came back to find them twisted up and dried. Nothing dries here, things just mold and decompose, so this is some kind of miracle.

Love them even more now.

My new plant blossomed the minute I wasn’t home, but Gavin got a picture of it. I’m stalking the next bud, which is only days away from opening.

Slowly working on a portrait of these beauties. Before they mummified. For now.