The joy of raising flowers
A light rain fell all night. What woke me up in the morning was the unknown chirping of birds under the eaves. Walking into the courtyard, I saw a big awakening. Surprise, the iron tree burst out of new shoots higher than the old branches, tender green shoots, straight up to the sky. Surprise two, a tender flower sapling grew under the osmanthus tree in the flower bed. It was some time ago that I saw a lot of snails in the flower bed, and I was angry and gathered the dried osmanthus leaves together and lit them with a lighter. Watching the flames burning in the flower beds should have burned a lot of snails. I suddenly remembered that there was still a flower sapling under the osmanthus tree, a large leaf, which had just burst out of the ground, and quickly cut it open, where there was a shadow of green plants. Although it is a pity, there is still a vigorous mother plant in the pot, and it is waiting to be put with buds. Unexpectedly, after the rainy night, it actually thrived again, it was really a wildfire that burned endlessly, and the spring breeze blew again. Surprise three, the peacock arrowroot in the pot in the spring, due to abnormal weather, cold and hot, a whole pot of peacock arrowroot caught a cold and died. To make room for the other flowers, I pulled it out, and I buried it in a pot with a white palm. Unexpectedly, after the rainy night, it actually grew inner buds, which was not surprising or unexpected!
That's the joy of raising flowers. There is another thing that is not a surprise, but it is still a pleasure. The yellow longevity flower that my colleague gave me was only cut at that time, and when I came back, I cut and inserted it one after another, and I took care of it, but I didn't expect it to bloom that year. The rewards that the flowers give me are really happy.
