The joy of raising flowers
A light rain fell all night. In the morning, I was woken up not by an alarm clock but by the chirping of birds under the eaves. Walking into the courtyard, I saw several big awakenings.
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, with a large leaf, and I didn't care about it in winter, and it had just burst out of the ground. Hurry up and plan, where there is the shadow of green plants. Although it is a pity, there is still a mother plant in the pot that grows very vigorously, and it is waiting to be put with buds, and it is a little calm. Unexpectedly, after the rainy night, it actually broke the ground again and thrived, 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 young shoots, 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.
