When One Door Closes, Another One Opens

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Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary...

How does your garden grow? Terribly, thank you for asking. Those beautiful hydrangeas? Nary a bloom. The gorgeous hibiscus? Didn't grow at all.

Maybe it's the soil. Maybe it's the weather, or maybe it was the curse of usually brown-thumb-me bragging a little bit too much in her head about how absolutely stunning her little flower garden was last year.

Whatever it is...was...one of us was humbled and, not gonna lie, just a little bit sad...until...

What to my wondering eyes should I see? Color. Beautiful color. Kind of yellow. Kind of orange. Popping out here. Popping out there.

That gift from that friend of mine—that tiny, green plant nestled in an old ice cream tub, stuck in the ground by the fence boldly going where no plant has gone before—defying the odds and the curse of an old gal's brown thumb—miraculously thriving...

Every morning more beautiful than the last. Plant-mama me watching from the bathroom window while brushing her teeth. Marveling at its loveliness as it gently sways in the morning breeze...

Sending a message—a message from the cosmos—reminding an old gal that when one door closes, another will open. All you have to do...is look for it.
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And this husband of mine...agrees.