Just after Easter I snatched up a purple flower plant on clearance at the grocery store. A Gerbera daisy in a plummy-pink color that reminded me of Delia: irresistible to me, especially at the super-low reduced-cost of $1.29.
While not a fan of the old-lady cottage-core bunny packaging, my god the flowers / plant itself brought tons of joy. The investment of less than two bucks yielded big returns.
Months later, at some point during the dry summer I finally noticed that Delia had at some point invested time and effort into putting the plant into the dirt outside next to one of my favorite big plants: the Fatsia (which she also did work on to reduce its lankiness and growth sapped by suckers, cutting it back to bush out better). Actually, I didn’t even recognize the daisy plant for what it was. I was just like … “what IS this, honey? Am I supposed to water it?”
The daisy plant didn’t seem like it was thriving, but we watered it a little anyway.
For a dollar and twenty-nine cents, most people would have just thrown the whole thing away after the initial enjoyment of the first Easter-flowering passed.
Delia is stuck halfway across the country, far from home right now. She’s not going to make it back to me in time for her birthday. But today I noticed the Gerbera daisy, blossoming all Scorpio-like at the end of October for the season Delia and I consider OUR summer:
If everything were perfect, there would be no surprises.