A friend -- not a close one, but more like a friend-becoming -- gifted me with this gorgeous poinsettia last week. I'm almost sorry in a way, because if there is one person who should NEVER be gifted with a living plant? It's me. Unless it's Rappaccini's Daughter from the Nathaniel Hawthorne short story, of course. She and I can both kill plants with a single touch, if not a look.
I am praying to be able to keep it alive until January 6.
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