It happened overnight! My Rose of Sharon bush (affectionately named Rosie) we planted in hopes of attracting butterflies has stubbornly refused to blossom. In fact she showed nothing but terminal signs ever since we planted her; bending as each horrific storm struck her; leaves drooping and weeping down from the plant. Petal by petal dropping to form a puddle of yellow at her feet. We watered, we didn't water. We fed her plant food and talked to her (well I did) trying to explain the significance of her survival in that little spot by the corner of the house.
And then this morning the Burt man led me to her and said "Look"! There proudly shimmering from the highest branch the most delicate and beautiful pink blossom so much like the carnations our Lady loved. As we looked closer, dozens of little buds are forming getting ready to dress our little Rosie in her summer finery. And anti-climatic as it may seem, a translucent little white butterfly floated triumphantly around the plant giggling a little B-Fly giggle as if to say "oh ye of little faith".
You see the boy researched and found that Rose of Sharon attracts butterflies and as those who have followed my blog know, I believe they are Mother's representatives checking in...
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