You were a thing of beauty. I brought you home and proudly found a place for you, your green leaves redolent with sheen and strength. Did I not feed you the right preparation? Did I hover too much? Just as neglect can cause life to wither then die, so can hovering, over-feeding and watering and generally being cloying. Please don’t die! It’s disheartening to have failed in my quest to nourish you. If I cant keep you balanced and healthy, can I nourish myself? I am tired too, but I cant give in, I won’t. I want this same determination from you, my darling plant. Defy the frosts and gale-force winds, the summer heat and my little birds scratching at your soil. Stand proud with a sheen on your leaves. You are symbolic of new beginnings. If I see you resurrect yourself, I may too.