Last summer we received a beautiful red-leaved houseplant as a gift from Sr. Janiece at St. Ben's. After we transplanted it and put it in the window it started to grow gangbusters. Of course, not fully realizing the impact of all that growing on the amount of water in the plant could be deadly.
Thankfully, we rescued the plant before it had become a crispy mess, and after a little TLC and more indirect light, we could finally take the plant out of hiding and into the mainstream once again.
So on Easter Sunday, I thought it important to recognize our own little symbol of rebirth and put it in perspective--the plant that wouldn't die; the friendship of a mentor; the love that spans continents.