DYING TO LIVE
She really is loved.
Every year about this time when beautiful poinsettias (that made the Christmas season even more beautiful) start to give up and die, I feel sad just like my co-workers who have taken up the cause to try and keep this little "Poinsy" alive.
Yes, they named her.
And every year, there is one hanger-on that gets my attention and effort to help it survive ... at least until Valentine's Day.
Usually, though, after they begin to wilt, they are tossed out, half alive, on top of the garbage heap.
So let's have a moment of silence for all the poinsettias that don't have good plant
mommies and daddies, and for those that are the bane of our existence as their leaves and blooms, that used to be on their stems, are now decorating our floors.