Petrified

Last Christmas I bought a small Christmas tree-like decorative plant for the bathroom. Patty used to have tree-like decorations around the house. I counted seven one Christmas. I am getting into plants and flowers around - quite nice having the extra natural beauty close - indoors. Last year’s bathroom plant died in about three months, but the leaves never dropped. I actually think it is more beautiful now, dead… and, I don’t have to water. This petrified state happened to one of the twelve roses my sister Bernadette gave me when Patty died, three years ago. It stands on the self, next to Patty’s vase, along with my covid period ponytail. Weird… maybe a message, probably around forever. Signs of Eternal.

Petrified