Blossoming Again

Early in December, we bought a potted bougainvillea tree loaded with fuschia blossoms.  It was a lovely addition to our balcony “garden.” We even turned on the outside light so we could enjoy it at night, too.  We had it not more than a week or two and the blossoms began to drop off.  The plant retained its lush foliage, but the gorgeous blooms lay in a shriveled brown heap around the trunk.  Keith thought perhaps the househelp dumped her bucket on the balcony and the soapy water soaked up into the roots.  I speculated that the plant’s position smack-dab in front of the AC exhaust did it in.  Whatever the reason, it lost its stunning color.

About the same time, I lost the desire to blog….or write much of anything at all, for that matter.  My head and my heart felt cluttered with too many thoughts and feelings, none of which I could write about in a public forum such as this. 

Two weeks ago, we noticed that a few small pink blossoms had appeared, seemingly overnight.  There were more every day, and the tree is looking more and more like it did when we first brought it home.  We didn’t move it someplace else; we couldn’t even if we wanted to because our balcony is so tiny.  And the househelp still dumps her dirty mopping water into the outdoor drain; the other option is to pour it down the shower drain, and that is just gross.  It is thriving in exactly the same place in which it shed its beauty.

It’s a new season.  It’s time to write again.