These impatiens keep blooming every few months. It seems miraculous, really. They're planted in a shallow pot in mediocre soil, they get only moderate light, and I water them quite haphazardly. But, yet, almost five years after they were potted for my stepfather's memorial, they keep flowering.

I'm remembering him today on what would be his 69th birthday. Wish he'd been able to be here to see all the blooming in this house.

1 comment:

  1. All day today I've been feeling that I needed to be remembering something special about this date. I feel a little sad that I couldn't figure out exactly what it was--but I suppose it doesn't matter too much, really. My brain wasn't letting me forget completely, and he's in my thoughts most days anyway, I think. Love you!