It wasn’t looking good for my Wood’s Pink Asters when not a raindrop fell for weeks. New green growth turned to dry brown stems; but hope springs eternal, and hope I did. I hoped my way through August and on into September; and I, tending my fairly large patch of brown sticks, may have looked a bit like I’d lost my bloomin’ mind. But the next thing I knew, a few heavy downpours turned things around. First a tender leaf, then a lumpy bud, and all that brown fell away to reveal my Wood’s Pink Asters in all their bloomin’ glory! Survivors, they are. Hopeful, I am. Eternally.
Lovely - and I love the way you expressed your feelings about the hope of new life. Feel like that most times. I try not to get discouraged - husband calls me the eternal optimist. Happy those flowers are doing well.
Beautiful flowers and composition, and such an interesting narrative! I always have trouble admitting that my plants might not have made it, and keep watering until all possible hope is gone. I'm glad that you didn't give up on these! Fav!
@dsp2 Thank you so much for your kind comment and fav! We had an unusual, lengthy dry spell here; so lots of hope was in order. What a thrill (and miracle) it was to watch those brown sticks green up! Gardening, with all its wins and losses, is such joy, isn't it?
